Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 22

Harry was much taller than her, especially when she was not wearing high heels.

When he stood in front of her, he was just like a piece of suppressed rock. At this moment, the usual tenderness in his eyes was gone.

Disdain and shock could be seen in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the name card that she had added to.

"devil"? How could a normal person be made up of such a name?

"Harry, what's up? "

She raised her head and smiled imperceptibly. This man was already her brother-in-law. Why couldn't she open her mouth?

Did she need to be shy?

Facing the man's eyes of jealousy, she really couldn't hypnotize herself. The man came here to show his love, but she was unqualified.

Before she hung up, the one on the other end of the line heard what she said clearly. Richie didn't say anything to remind her. He just listened in silence.

He would like to know how embarrassed they would be when they met, as these two identities were quite changeable.

"Consuela, I really didn't expect you to be such a woman. You can't just randomly find a paramour to take your residence booklet and rush to register, can you?"

"Is it because the man who took the porn photos with you doesn't want you anymore and you want to ruin yourself?"

"Humph, I thought you were disgusting, but now I look down upon you."

The man's voice became louder, with overwhelming sorrow in his eyes. His sight was like a knife, cutting her heart inch by inch.

Her bloody pain finally reached the climax.

"Harry, mind your own business. It is none of my business whether you are disgusting or not," yelled Consuela, trying to hide the red color around her eyes.

She must look terrible now.

After looking at her several crazy expressions, Harry suddenly sneered and said, "Good, very good. You're sick now."

They were not connected to each other for the purpose of torturing each other.

His back was tall and thin, mixed with countless anger and determination.

Consuela squatted down, covering her mouth with both hands. She had loved Harry for a long time, so she just couldn't let him go.

Now she clearly knew that he had never cared about her so much before.

He would not have said such words if he liked her.

At this moment, it was dark outside. The light of the street lamps fell over her body, which created no warmth. Cold wind swept over, blowing away her long black hair.

Suddenly, a man's voice with hidden anger came through from the phone in her hand. "How dare someone call me a paramour? All right. "

Consuela shook her head, not knowing how to respond.

"Shouldn't you be making chicken soup for me right now?" she wiped her face and talked to Richie humorously.

"I just want to take the unusual path. Come on!" he seemed to be smoking and his voice was a little hoarse.

Every time he spoke, he gave an order. Maybe he had been in power for a long time, he was used to it.