Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 38

The sound of water suddenly stopped, and then the bathroom door was opened, and the man came out in a simple bathrobe, relaxed.

He turned off the lights in the bathroom. There was only one light in the room above her head.

Richie's face softened under the orange light. His dark eyes revealed an unspeakable enchantment in the night.

It was like a flower blooming at night, as it became humble and alienated in the daytime. At night, there was an indescribable taste, and it was blurred.

When he saw the little woman curling up on the bed, his dim eyes were like the blazing candlelight which was almost extinguished by the wind.

Consuela closed her eyes. The other senses became extremely sensitive. She could feel that the soft bed slightly sank in and the man's cold breath blew in.

She could not calm down and her breath was slightly disordered. But the man's eyes were locked on her. The invisible pressure almost made her open her eyes to surrender.

He stared at her as if she was his sworn subordinate who had made a mistake. Startled, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows and opened her soft lips, as if she was in a dream.

He didn't bend down and looked away. He turned off the light, lay down and reached out his hand to the seemingly sleeping woman.

However, Consuela wasn't scared at all. She turned over and covered her face with her hands, as if she was protecting herself from a nightmare.

A nightmare? He thought that he might act as a guest of Consuela in her dream.

He stopped forcing her into his arms. He leaned close to her, smelled her hair and gradually fell asleep.

Getting closer to the man with a low temperature, Consuela felt resentful. She could do nothing but close her eyes and sleep.

The only thing she could do was to submit to the fate. She didn't know how long this kind of life would last, and when she would stop being desperate.

On the table next morning, Richie applied jam on the bread. His long and clean hands were even more brilliant than usual.

The fresh air woke her up. Then, she got up and enjoyed the soybean milk made by Nancy. The strong and mellow scent of it aroused her appetite. She didn't look down at the man sitting opposite her.

But she couldn't help looking at his delicate hand.

Now she finally knew why the devils in the comics were so bad, but the figures must be beautiful, in order to hide.

Just like Richie, a demon in human skin.

In a clean and attractive voice, Richie added, "If you can't get used to staying in the company, you can just live in the villa. You will be more comfortable."

His eyes were so clean and deep that no one could see through them.

He changed his mind and wanted her to stay in the villa. Did the changeable changes mean that it was fun to play with her?

Pursing her lips, Consuela raised her head to look at the man with a confused expression on her face. "I don't get it. Why do I have to listen to you?"

'What does he take me for? A monkey? Humiliated?'

"Consuela, calm down. You're not just staying in the villa. You're not the only one who'll get hurt!" He picked up the tablecloth on the table and wiped the knife that was cutting the steak.

There was no emotion on his face at all, which was extremely surprising.

Pursing her lips, Consuela silently pinched her hand which was resting on her laps. "I'm not crazy. You promised me before, but you didn't keep your word. Are you really a true man?"