Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 93

Consuela could tell that the man wasn't happy about her appearance.

Strangely, his attitude was somewhat cold.

"What's wrong with you?" Unable to be calm anymore, Consuela opened her mouth first.

Why was he in the hospital so soon? And it seemed that he didn't want to call her on purpose.

Richie adjusted the speed of the infusion, frowned slightly, and explained, "the old disease relapses, and he will be discharged for a reexamination after having an intravenous drip."

Tim ran so fast that he didn't delete the message he sent. Maybe he sent it on purpose or it was too late.

He put his phone back on the bedside table and picked up the paper files on the table to check. Being kept away from others made him look more aggressive.

She touched her nose awkwardly but didn't know what to say.

She could only come here to see him, not to do anything else.

In the quiet room, the man sitting at the head of the bed suddenly said, "maybe you can sit down?"

Pregnant women should have some self-awareness. If they felt tired, they could rest; if they felt hungry, they could eat; if they felt sleepy, they could sleep.

The woman was in a daze for a while. After hearing that, she realized that the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lengthen upwards. He was actually caring for her.

Looking up at the man who frowned, she sighed suddenly. This awkward and arrogant man was the last person to let others explore his inner thoughts.

Holding a glass of newly filled warm water in her hand, Consuela lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I called you many times yesterday."

Although she guessed that Hiram didn't want to answer her phone. If he didn't admit it in person, she still didn't want to believe it.

Now that he had changed, she should have the hope.

The man stopped his hand turning the pages and the slight sound of paper rubbing suddenly stopped. He kept his eyes down, looking at the white paper and black words.

"Why did you call me yesterday?"

He just woke up this morning. Yesterday, in order to make him sleep well, Cassie gave him a lot of sleeping pills.

Thousands of reasons flooded her mind, but she didn't expect him to give her such an answer. "No," she replied in a low voice

What happened yesterday wasn't important anymore.

That man did not respond to her. The paper he turned over told her that he did not pay attention to her.

As long as there was nothing wrong with the baby, he would never be restless. So why had she been restless before?

With a straight face, Consuela didn't want to think too much. She stayed in the hospital silently for a long while, feeling bored. Then she ordered a meal for lunch.

She still kept the take-away phone number she had stored in the hospital. "What would you like for lunch?"

After the infusion, Richie licked his lips and suddenly smiled. "I want to eat you."

His smile was so bright and handsome that Consuela's heart raced.

His words were not very good. She didn't think it was a good idea.

Keeping her phone away from him, Consuela said, "since you don't want to tell me, I'll make a reservation as we ordered before."

The man nodded submissively, with an almost invisible gleam shining in his eyes.