Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 46

Both of them were sitting in the backseat with a depressing atmosphere, like during dinner, neither of them was willing to break the silence.

The reason why he looked so terrible must be the thing that Cassie mentioned.

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Tim and he had different reactions. Although she did not care, she still observed carefully.

The incident happened three years ago might be a bottom line for him. He would explode at any time.

Shaking her head, Consuela didn't think too much anymore. She knew that knowing more information wasn't good for her health.

She took out a four-dimensional color ultrasound picture of her baby from her pocket. Leaning against the car window, she looked at the picture with a frown.

No one could stand such a dark atmosphere.

She had a hunch that the man sitting next to her might jump out of the car from the window the next second.

It was normal for her to be frightened.

The man with a darkened face was lost in thought. His eyes were glaring with fury as he tried to drive as fast as he could.

She opened her mouth to break the silence, but when she saw the well wrapped wound beside his slanted eye, she had a thought of retreating.

The woman frowned and worried, with the color ultrasound picture printed in the hospital in her hand. Then Richie asked in a cold voice, "How is the child?" He took a sharp turn, passed a car that blocked his way, and the person next to him leaned to the side out of instinct.

After a long pause, the man's question confused Consuela. She tried to be patient, but to no avail.

She stared at the paper in her hand and replied, "I didn't smoke. I just drank a little wine, which didn't have much impact on my body. The baby is very healthy."

The doctor also said that the baby had been taking shape.It could have a clear image when it showed.

Consuela planned to show Richie about the baby's picture after she went back to the villa. He shouldn't be distracted by driving now.

Obviously, he didn't pay much attention to that. Perhaps he just mentioned it casually. He nodded and didn't talk much with her.

The man looked straight ahead and his thin lips compressed as if he had fallen into a special realm.

All of these were caused by what had happened three years ago, but what happened three years ago?

Out of curiosity, Consuela collected her things and asked in a soft voice, "With all due respect, may I ask what on earth had happened three years ago?"

What Cassie said actually had a kind of funny taste, making the atmosphere become more stressful.

What happened three years ago? His fingers holding the steering wheel turned white. What happened three years ago... Huh.

Three years ago, the woman promised to marry him and have children with him. She suddenly left, humiliated and helpless.

As a result, he had been drunk to death abroad. Mixed wine with spirits was the necessary celebration of his every night, leading to alcoholism and being sent to the hospital for gastric lavage.

He was threatened not to leave the hospital, sneaked out and was sent to the place filled with disinfectant. It was like a dying circle.

Also because of getting drunk, the wallet was stolen by a mixed bunch of people in the bar. The next day when he woke up, he was in a trash heap, as messy as a stray dog.

It was the darkest and most frustrated time in his life three years ago. It was like a purulent, unscathed scar.