Stuck In His Heart

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.
Waiting for his answer, Consuela felt he slowed down the car abruptly. The look in his eyes changed abnormally. His face
darkened.
It seemed that he was reluctant to answer the question.
It was still dull in the car. As time went by, she gradually got used to it. She squinted her eyes and leaned on the back seat of the
car, breathing lightly. But she was deeply asleep.
The last scene in her mind was about the pitiful look of Richie. She wondered what he was thinking, fragile and unwilling.

Consuela came back to her senses and smelt the mint fragrance. She immediately opened her eyes and found herself lying in
the car. The seat was flat and the air conditioner was just right.
The large asphalt road to the villa was pulled over and she could see the villa with a higher terrain when she lay down.
She stood up with one hand on the seat and rubbed her head with the other hand. When she turned sideways, she saw the man
outside the car smoking with an unreadable expression. Behind him was golden leaves.
All was quiet. In his dark clothes, he was the only one who was so stunning in that picturesque scene, which enhanced all the
atmosphere.
She was still wearing the coat he had taken off. The faint mint fragrance filled her body, making her as cold as he was.
Looking at the man who was standing against a tree, she suddenly had a feeling of pity. It made her want to laugh inexplicably.
The more miserable he was in his life, the more she should be excited instead of sensing some abnormal emotions.
When she opened the door and got out of the car, she approached the dispirited man. Only then did she find that there were
many cigarette butts under his feet and that there were even ashes on his shoes.
Richie was a man with a habit of cleanliness, but now he didn't care about this trifle at all.
He looked down and saw a pair of white shoes on the golden leaves.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" asked Consuela in a soft voice. It was a simple question.
Richie didn't answer her, so she stood beside him and looked at him smoking. She took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke.
This was the most harmful way to smoke. He repeated this action, repeating about half a pack of cigarettes
"How long do you want to smoke?" Frowning, Consuela asked in a stern voice.
Her face flushed red because of the cold wind. She had a pair of bright eyes, which made her look helpless and disappointed.
"Don't look at me like that," Richie said with a twist of his mouth.
He was afraid that he would lose control and destroy her.

The look in his eyes was so intimidating that Consuela couldn't help but shiver. She took a few steps back, closed her mouth and
remained silent.
The man was in a bad mood and stubbed out the cigarette. He passed her and directly walked towards the villa. His thin figure
was not invincible.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Consuela ran up to him and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Are you sure you want to
park here? Is it OK to put the car here? "
Although she didn't know the brand, she knew that Richie would never drive a cheap car to go out. Rich people always liked to
show off.
But now he directly parked his car on the roadside. Didn't he fear of thieves?
"The tire is broken. I have someone fix it," Richie answered impatiently. He was fed up with her non-stop inquiries.