Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 48

She couldn't afford to offend this man, and even in such a humiliating situation, she didn't dare to act on impulse.

She had cried too often that she had lost the strength to hold back her tears.

The oxygen became more thin. When she was about to die of oxygen deficiency, the man raised his head from her body slightly gasping and his eyes were replaced by strong lust.

He lifted the corners of his mouth and said, "If you want to know more about my past, I don't mind doing something right here."

He looked at her with evil and disgusting eyes. The madness in his eyes was shocking.

"Don't you know the baby in my belly?" she whispered, hoping to wake him up.

"The baby? Consuela, how precious do you think your baby is?" Richie sneered.

"You bastard."

At this moment, Consuela realized that if she wanted to be a thoughtful bosom sister, her baby might be the price.

She had never fully understood how terrible this man was, and he actually didn't care about the baby at all.

He generously answered, "You still can't escape the bastard's control."

But in the next second he fell into deep thought. He frowned deeply.

While he was pondering on something, Consuela pushed him away and ran away with a glass of water.

She couldn't afford to provoke him, but she could always avoid him.

However, she did not see the man behind her suddenly sighed long breath. His eyes were blank and helpless, as if he had removed all the lead to reflect himself.

The woman ran to the guest room and locked the door. She didn't hold the tea cup tightly and the light cyan tea cup fell into pieces.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her belly, and she weakly slid down the floor against the door.

Today, she was jogging around and the baby finally began to give her dissatisfaction.

Tears came down again when she touched her belly. She was caught off guard.

Now her only way out was to keep the baby in her womb. But if she didn't get smart enough, that man might destroy it.

Fear, like a seed, once buried deep in her heart, was now nourished by him, taking root and sprouting, and implanted into her bone.

She wouldn't let herself meet him even if she was beaten to death if she had a second life.

Fate was a funny thing for her. She had dreamed too much about finding a decent husband who would respect her and care about her.

She had used to select the person called Harry, but it would never be again.

Her life had become more and more depraved since she met Richie.

If there was something in the world that supported her to go on, it would probably be her family and the baby in her womb, her last hope.

However, she didn't have the ability to protect them well at all.

The only thing she could do now was to shed tears of grief as a weak person, and occasionally she would lose her temper and shout.

But she was so weak and useless.

The man in the living room stood up and turned off the light left on purpose. He returned to darkness alone and sat on the sofa without doing anything else for a long time.

If it wasn’t for that woman, he would have died of alcoholism.