Stuck In His Heart

Her face contorted in pain. She wished that he could pass out now.
Perhaps it was because the expression on her face was too obvious that Richie suddenly raised the corner of his lips and asked
gently, "What kind of good fate have you arranged for me in the bottom of your heart?"
He thought, 'are you thinking of me as a ghost again?'
There was only a little of liquid left in the infusion bottle. She turned her head to look at the man. "I'll ask the nurse to change the
infusion bottle for you," she said.
She ignored all the shouts from behind and walked out attentively.
But she could feel that the man's dark eyes followed her all the way. According to her understanding of the man for more than a
few days, the more amiable he was, or the more gentle and polite he was, it was a sign of some perversion.
The ominous premonition came to her mind. She really didn't have the courage to rush up and have a stroke of bad luck.
After walking out of the master bedroom and asking the nurse to accompany her, she finally felt a sense of security.
When Richie was changing the infusion bottle, he was lying on the sofa, eyes closed. His computer, which had been working at
high speed, was also turned off.
Now he was relaxed. Consuela raised her eyes to observe his face. Richie's skin was born with white color, but now it was red
because of a high fever. It was undeniable that his white skin made him look more attractive.
His white shirt was wrinkled. On his black trousers, there was a hand with distinct and pale bones and a silver needle.
His quiet and indifferent expression made her feel enchanting. He was really charming, with smile in his eyes but still with a long
face.
When Consuela was thinking about the man, the man's eyes had already been dimmed. He licked the corner of his mouth and
asked, "are you satisfied with what you see now?"
For a moment her thoughts were easily interrupted. Her face blushed scarlet with embarrassment. Then she realized that the
nurse was gone.
She was attracted by this man with hearts of brutes. She even didn't know when the nurse had left.

"I'm pretty satisfied with you. You have long legs and handsome face." Consuela raised her eyes cooperatively, glanced at him
back and forth, and smiled with no implication as if she had changed into another person.
Richie raised his eyebrows and wanted to take a closer look at this shameless woman, but she had stepped back unconsciously.
She reached for the doorknob and said, I won't be here and disturb your rest."
Then she pretended like nothing had happened and ran away when Richie stared at her.
Her mood didn't get better and even worse after she went downstairs. She knew that man didn't want to talk much about his
private affairs with her.
All the questions he asked back or guesses he let her guess were intended to cover up his true thoughts.
That man had hidden his emotions too deep. She racked her brains to find out what his was his real meaning.
Consuela said anxiously, biting her lips. The color drained from her cheeks, making her feel uneasy.
He still had a high fever. He decided to put on his clothes and leave. Holding a plate of fruit, Consuela watched him push the
door open and then leave.
The servant next to her tipped her a wink, but she just ignored it and took a bite of the grapes. Then she lowered her head to
hide the sadness in her eyes.
He didn't want to stay any longer. She had been trying to retain him, but the results were almost the same. If she urged him to
stay, she would have been just trying to make herself more embarrassed.
She ignored the tiredness in Miranda's eyes, got up and went upstairs to the study, continuing to read the book she hadn't
finished yesterday.
She didn't like philosophical books. Instead, she liked reading books with heavy feeling, such as ghosts and unpredictable
things. She thought that it was best to have a strange and pure mind.
That was why she always thought too much about the type of books she liked. The books always made her a little bored.
Life was boring. Since her husband asked her to stay at home, she compromised. She had no other choice.
From time to time, Mrs. Ye would accompany her, take her out to have afternoon tea, or attend some upper class parties.

Consuela was not a woman like Cinderella. She could understand the customs in the circle. It was common for her to learn to
compare to others and to show off.
Introducing her to those people was good for her but not harmful.
Just after lunch time, the well maintained woman rushed over. She wore a luxurious cheongsam with light blue and white
background, outlining her beautiful figure.
Since Wendy was born in a wealthy family, she had been well educated in literature. As a result, no one would look down upon
her or her temperament.
"Mom." As soon as Consuela saw the woman, she stood up to greet her. A vicious smile appeared on her face. The depression
she had just now seemed to be taken away by the breeze, without any trace.
"Pregnant woman should go out for a walk more often. It's not good for you and the child in your belly to stay at home all the
time." As soon as Wendy spoke, she was immediately teaching Consuela. Her thin eyebrows and the corners of her mouth
curved up. Without her usual temperament, she was just an easygoing person.
This was what she said every time she thought about asking Consuela to go out. Raising her eyebrows, Consuela merely
nodded with a smile. She was being honest and honest.
This time, Wendy took her to the vice mayor's house. She drank tea with a group of well-dressed women, and smiled with them
as if she was a mascot.
The three women sat down together, inevitably talking about some gossip, discussing about the latest products.
Lowering her head, Consuela didn't respond at once. She kept silent, as if she wanted to be out of the entertainment circle.
"Mrs. Mu, your daughter Adriana seems to have found a good husband. Her wedding was so enviable." The woman sitting on
the host seat suddenly mentioned a familiar name.
Biting her lower lip, Consuela didn't expect that she would be able to meet Adriana's mother here.
But she didn't think too much. There weren't so many people whose last name was Mu in L City. And she could guess a bit from
this thought.

She lifted her eyes slightly to look at the woman who was stared at by everyone. She was dressed in a very flamboyant, bright
red, like the dull summer of the burning sky.
The woman was holding a cup of sweet tea, and it seemed that she did not expect to be mentioned about this topic. Her almond
eyes were slightly open, and the superfluous expression on her face was restrained. She slowly turned her eyes, trying to
change the topic.
"What you said is all up to Adriana." After a pause, she turned to look at Consuela and asked with a red grin, "I'm looking forward
to your son's wedding. But can you tell me a date first?"
She couldn't help but glance at Consuela's flat belly for a few seconds, fearing that she would feel uncomfortable if she looked at
her this way.
Consuela was still thinking that the look between the women's eyebrows was somewhat similar to Adriana.