Stuck In His Heart
Chapter 48 The Baseline Of Three Years Ago (5)
She couldn't afford to offend this man, and even in such a humiliating situation, she didn't dare to act on impulse.
She had cried too often that she had lost the strength to hold back her tears.
The oxygen became more thin. When she was about to die of oxygen deficiency, the man raised his head from her body slightly gasping and his eyes were replaced by strong lust.
He lifted the corners of his mouth and said, "If you want to know more about my past, I don't mind doing something right here."
He looked at her with evil and disgusting eyes. The madness in his eyes was shocking.
"Don't you know the baby in my belly?" she whispered, hoping to wake him up.
"The baby? Consuela, how precious do you think your baby is?" Richie sneered.
"You bastard."
At this moment, Consuela realized that if she wanted to be a thoughtful bosom sister, her baby might be the price.
She had never fully understood how terrible this man was, and he actually didn't care about the baby at all.
He generously answered, "You still can't escape the bastard's control."
But in the next second he fell into deep thought. He frowned deeply.
While he was pondering on something, Consuela pushed him away and ran away with a glass of water.
She couldn't afford to provoke him, but she could always avoid him.
However, she did not see the man behind her suddenly sighed long breath. His eyes were blank and helpless, as if he had removed all the lead to reflect himself.
The woman ran to the guest room and locked the door. She didn't hold the tea cup tightly and the light cyan tea cup fell into pieces.
her belly, and she
was jogging around and the baby
again when she touched her belly. She was
only way out was to keep the baby in her womb. But if she didn't get
now nourished by him, taking root and sprouting, and implanted into her bone.
herself meet him even if she was beaten to death if she had
a funny thing for her. She had dreamed too much about finding a decent husband who would respect
called
had become more and more depraved since she
the world that supported her to go on, it would probably
to protect
tears of grief as a weak person, and occasionally she would lose her temper and shout.
so
the light left on purpose. He returned
woman, he would
cabinet to pick out the red wine, one after another. Without his usual care, now he just wanted to
to alcohol. The goblet with scarlet wine liquid
noiseless broken, stained the
Every step seemed to have exhausted his strength. There was
was as pale as the white moonlight, amazingly indifferent. At
mind went
he was outlining his memory. He lost all the abilities he could have and lived in a state of depression, like a homeless man with no purpose.
had tried to
on the light and took out a book from a row of heavy English
to the desk, opened the drawer with the key and found a picture from a covered document.
the photo began to turn yellow, which did not match age, as if it had been dried after being
lowered his head and kissed the woman in the photo. He gently
left when he wanted to take a secret photo of her. As soon as he raised the camera,