Stuck In His Heart

How could he be so brazen to question her?
"If you distrust me just because of the information you collected, I have nothing to say."
She had a deep love for Harry in the past and somehow couldn't extricate herself. She couldn't deny this, nor would she deny it.
No matter how that man was corroded, she could not erase the mark she had left.
It was her first love, but finally turned into a misty bubble.
Tut, it was really hypocritical.
"Okay, I trust you once." Said Richie with a smile. He lowered his head and looked into her eyes.
However, much to Consuela's surprise, she knew very well that this man in front of her was a paranoid. This suspicious man
turned his face faster than turning a book. He didn't ask anything for no reason.
Richie's remarks made her feel sad and uncertain about her future.
The two people, who always didn't like each other, would never live well.
Then he fell asleep with his wife in his arms. His thick eyelashes covered his attractive eyes.
He put his hand on her waist instinctively again, getting closer to her.
Consuela pursed her lips and looked at the man sleeping soundly. She furrowed her eyebrows as if telling him that she wasn't
satisfied with him.
This second, he was as happy as a baby when the baby in her belly kicked her. In the next second, he could turn his face
immediately for something unimportant.
She was always keeping in mind his good and bad to her little by little. Maybe she was really like a ruthless cat who could raise
her claws to scratch his face when he heartlessly abandoned her.
At the thought of the arrogant Laura and the photo hidden under the dressing table today, Consuela felt more and more
headache.

Many things could not just disappear as she wished. For example, the gap between them, and Angie, who would came back in a
gorgeous manner from nowhere.
Consuela had been sleeping for a long time, and she was woken up by the nightmare at midnight. She trembled, her lips
trembling in a cold sweat.
When she opened her eyes, she could see nothing but darkness. It was as if someone had stretched out his hand and extracted
all the light from her body, leaving her with a dark night.
"Richie..." She stretched her hands to the other side of the bed. She touched nothing, but there was only coldness left. She
suddenly could not say the rest of the words.
She raised her hand to turn on the night lamp overhead. Through the dim and soft light, she saw that the spacious bedroom was
empty, with only her in it.
She had no energy to care about where the man had gone. She held the quilt tightly and went silent, with the last light in her
eyes being dimmed in the endless waiting.
They could have met her parents in less than one month, but suddenly, Consuela wasn't happy about it.
She even wanted to run away for once so that her parents could not see this man. However, the Xia Clan was waiting for that
man's help.
Her father had been so good to her, but she could not share the burdens of him. He didn't say anything, but she had kept it in her
mind.
So she couldn't disobey that man, no matter what the price she would pay.
After some time, she finally calmed down from her nightmare. She sat on the bedside, wondering how to get rid of the nightmare.
Just as she was about to turn off the lights, the door was opened by the man.
Following the faint light, they stared blankly at each other for two seconds. Then, Consuela came to herself and was about to tell
the person what had happened. "I had a terrible nightmare just now," she said hurriedly
She managed to force a smile, but there was sweat on her forehead. It was so easy to prove it.
The man concealed his look and walked to her. He took out his hands in his pockets and put one hand on her forehead.

He frowned, and his voice, which had not much emotion, was softened by the night. "You seem to have a fever."
Looking at him in such an imposing manner, Consuela didn't know what to say. She knew it without thinking. If she asked the
man what he had done, he would not answer.
So she just went to sleep.
"Maybe it's just a nightmare, and I'm too scared that I'm a little bit hot. It'll be okay after I have a sleep." Consuela said under the
gaze of him, with a smile that was incomparably amiable.
Her face looked pale, so she must be frightened.
Richie sat down by the side of the bed. Looking at the flickering eyes of the woman, he asked directly, "what nightmare did you
have?"
The man seemed to be in a good mood, and didn't even look tired.
Before he walked into the bedroom, she checked the time and found that it was already three o'clock in the morning. There was
a surge of curiosity in her mind.
What did he do in the middle of the night? They were even close to each other. The heavy smell of tobacco from him made her
feel very uncomfortable.
She never knew smoking could make him happy.
"I dreamed that I was chased by some strange things. When I was hungry and tired, they kept chasing me, and then I died
miserably under their lips."
"Didn't you dream of me saving you?"
"I didn't dream about you."
In fact, she had dreamed about him, but in her dreams, he was a completely opposite party. He had summoned the things that
chased her.
In the daytime, she was afraid that the man might fall out with her, so she dreamed of this.

"You little fool." Looking at the fear and confusion on the woman's face, Richie suddenly softened his heart and whispered with a
smile.
Raising her eyelids, Consuela didn't want to admit that she was a little fool. "I'd better get some more sleep. I'm a little sleepy."
With that, she turned over and lay down directly without even looking at the man's face. She pulled the quilt to cover herself and
closed her eyes, with a hint of relief.
"Don't be afraid. I'll be with you all the time." Said Richie in a sweet voice as he lowered his head and imprinted a very light mark
on one of her cheeks.
The scene couldn't bear to look straight.
Consuela didn't respond. Her thick and curly eyelashes trembled like a butterfly with its wings twitching.
He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He got a wet towel and gently wiped her face. "Let me give you a wipe first. You can
take a shower when you get up in the morning."
"Thanks." Richie did not feel uncomfortable but felt a little helpless as Consuela only gave him a simple reply with a nasal voice.
He was totally defeated by her.