Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 23

Richie's heart skipped a beat as he saw the miserable Consuela, who had huddled herself up. There was no denying that the cold and hard businessman's heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps he just thought that his wife shouldn't be so embarrassed.

Holding his forehead, Richie put on a light smile. Even he himself could not believe what he just had heard.

When he went back to the ward, he saw that the transparent liquid was dripped into her blood vessels. Her face went deathly pale.

His cell phone rang in his pocket all of a sudden. He hurriedly pressed the mute button and walked to the balcony brought by the ward itself. He picked it up, but his eyes fell on the person who was in a coma.

As soon as the line was connected, Tim didn't know what Richie was thinking about. He thought of one thing and asked, "Boss, are you sure to talk about the case of Wang Group?"

'How dare they try to raise the price and demand other profits?

"You don't deserve them. Just sign that batch of military supplies," said Richie with a sneer.

In other words, he didn't care about anything else and just let them demand an exorbitant price.

"Yes, I'll be fully responsible for the following things." Tim made a heartfelt sigh.

He sensed that there was something wrong with Richie.

When Consuela woke up, it was almost midnight. There was a night lamp on in the ward. In the dim light, she could see the man with a pair of long hands and feet.

He was sitting on the sofa, frowning. With his eyes closed, he seemed to have fallen asleep. The indifference all over his body was like a living fridge.

'He's a man of self-esteem, ' she thought.

It was Richie who sent her to the hospital. The sun should have come out of the bathroom.

Her lips trembled, and her eyes softened, as if someone was rubbing a handful of warm sunshine.

The infusion bottle above her hand was almost finished. She sat up and wanted to pull the needle out, but out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that man sitting on the sofa was moving his body slightly.

"Why didn't you cry to death?" The man approached her, laughing sarcastically and showing no mercy to her.

His tongue soaked in formalin water for a long time tore up the original warm atmosphere thoroughly.

Anyway, it was he who sent her here. She lowered her head and said, "Thank you."

Richie said gloomily, "You're welcome. If you die, I'll have to spend time to force others to marry me and stop others from gossiping about me."

Enraged, Consuela burst into laughter. She raised her head and said, "You're right. Thank you for taking care of me."

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became active, provoked by these words.

The transparent plastic tube sucked her blood back into the bag. At the same time, Richie pressed the call bell in a hurry. A specific nurse soon came to the ward.

The infusion stopped. As she reached out to touch her belly, she suddenly remembered something. She looked at the man who was sending an email on his phone in shock.

After a long while, she said calmly, "I usually pay attention to health. The doctor should have checked me up. Is there any explanation?"

Richie looked up and replied with a forced smile, "You passed out because you were so shocked." After a short pause, he continued, "You got angry because of something."