Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 19

"What did you say?" Consuela finally knew what he meant. She was shocked by his words.

'He must be kidding me. Marriage is such an important thing. Does he really want to ruin himself?' Consuela thought.

It was not because she was too self abased, but because this was the reality that he could not gain any benefit by marrying her.

She stepped back and subconsciously covered her belly with her hand, which was holding some files. She thought the man didn't know anything, but it was out of her expectation that this tiny movement amused him and made him laugh.

"Have you brought your household register? It's still early. Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau. " Looking at her chuckle and charming gesture, he repeated what he had said.

He said in a casual and natural way, as if it was just a common occurrence to get a marriage certificate, and he was already an expert in it.

"Stop joking with me. It's not funny at all. And I don't deserve your love." Her face was as white as a sheet.

She had been through a lot of setbacks in her life, but the stress had not been increased.

Richie raised his hand and touched his face. He curled his lips and asked, "Is it because I have shown too much respect to you these days that you are so unscrupulous as you are now?"

He changed his tone leisurely. Standing less than a foot away from her, wearing the classic match of white shirt and black trousers, he was like a walking model, walking through the catwalk.

Pressing stiffly, she replied in a trembling voice, "I didn't mean it."

Confidence lost its place since she felt guilty.

"Well, you are a liar. You curse me as you wish." Thinking of the time in the copy room, he couldn't help saying more seriously.

This time, Consuela felt a sharp pain in her knee. She couldn't believe that Richie would marry her.

She closed her eyes and seemed to be ready to risk everything. She straightened her back and said, "In addition to obtaining the certificate, I can accept any other punishments."

"How dare you yell at me? Who lent you the guts?"

The fragrance of mint faintly spread to her nose. The man was very close to her. Even if she closed her eyes, she could get the warmth.

It was not a good feeling. It was like an enemy who was shooting an arrow in the dark while you were being slaughtered in the open.

Moreover, it seemed that there was no fairness in their negotiation.

As long as Richie set his mind, he would try every means to achieve his goal, no matter what evidence he would make or what touching words he would say.

She had long realized this, so she was so desperate.

"One more chance. Do you want to marry me?" He took out a cigarette, but didn't light it because he was worried about the pregnant woman.

He looked at the scenery outside the French window. His smile was so perfect that it could even be described as beautiful.

But it was said that the more beautiful the things were, the more poisonous they were.

She smiled bitterly and asked, "What if I say no?"

"You have no right to say no." Richie was annoyed by her hesitation. He lowered his head and touched her nose. His warm breath spread on her face.

Marrying him was the only way out for her.

"It's my life. Why can't I say no? Richie, how dare you threaten me?" Consuela flared up and pushed the man away. She raised her head and roared.

Why could her life be controlled by others? Why should she be treated like this as she was a victim?