Stuck In His Heart

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Looking at her chuckle, Baron said slowly, "I'll make a request that is not excessive, okay?"

It sounded like he was negotiating with her. His heart was filled with compromise and he just wanted to get some benefits from her.

The woman stopped her footsteps, as if she had thought for a moment, turned around, looked at him up and down, and then turned her head and shrugged.

"In my eyes, your request is outrageous." She didn't think it would hurt him at all. "So you'd better keep quiet and do more work."

The man took a few steps forward and grabbed her arm to lead her to the bedroom. He looked horrible without saying a word, but there was an innocent smile on his face.

"If you dare to take advantage of me, I will make you paralyzed and have no offspring." She panicked as her arm was held tightly by the man.

The man in front of her was a maniac. He did everything depending on his mood. She couldn't be off guard.

"Debbie, what do you think I will do to you?" The man asked innocently, with some temptation in his deep eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you." He looked down at Debbie with a strange look.

She tried her best to stay away from being captivated by his good-looking face. She slowly pulled her hands back, but her efforts were in vain. Although Baron looked thin, he was a man indeed.

She really wouldn't win, if she had a fight with him face to face.

"I thought you shouldn't have done that if you didn't want to hurt me." She dropped her head dejectedly and played her trump card.

No sooner had she finished speaking than he let go of her hand. He lowered his head, trying to see her face but dared not to look at her.

Debbie didn't give him time to observe her any more. She pulled back her hand, directly pushed away the man in front of her, and walked towards the bedroom.

His speed was much faster than before.

Until her hand touched the doorknob, she asked coolly, "what is it?"

She stood straight and thin, speaking to the man in a calm voice. Her indifferent voice was so calm that it was hard for the usual observant Baron to tell what she was thinking.

Finally, he said, "I want you to attend with me as my companion."

Before he finished his words, the woman pushed the door open and walked in directly. The sound of the door closing was so loud that almost had an echo. The rejection style was exactly like her.

Baron had no choice but to pull the corners of his mouth, but he was still unable to laugh.

He just wanted to introduce her to his family members as his future wife, but she seemed to have never wanted to have anything to do with him.

Sure enough, walking by the river people often got their shoes wet.

On the other hand, Consuela put her phone in the master bedroom. After taking a shower, she saw Richie lie on the bed, squinting at her. His gaze was so attentive that it made her feel uncomfortable.

He raised his hand and a pleasant smile spread across his handsome face. He said in a soft voice, "come here."

It looked like he was calling his own dog.

Frowning, she ignored him and went to the other side to get her clothes to change. Then she heard the quilt rubbing against the bed, so she picked up her clothes and ran to the bathroom.

She once heard a sneer from behind her. "I just drink water. Why do you behave like a rat who sees a cat?"

His tease made her face blush. Ignoring him, she closed the bathroom door.

It stopped the man's teasing voice outside.

As she turned around, she saw herself in the mirror. There was a stiff smile on her face. She reached out her index finger to touch her face in the mirror.

She heard herself say in a cold voice, "you are so spineless."

She was captured.

Great! She might be blown up by the time bomb. How could she rest assured?

"Consuela, you're so tired,"

It could have been a black fairy tale, but it had an incoherent youth. No, she was not young any more, so it could only be called painful drama.

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When he sat on the edge of the bed and took a sip of the water, his eyes fell on the woman's stiff figure through the frosted glass door.

He put down the glass of water in confusion. When he was about to stand up and have a look, the man moved again, as if what had just happened was only his illusion.

The rising mist blocked his sight and dispelled his thoughts.

The next morning, when Debbie called her back, there were white clouds in the sky. The woman laughed mischievously and said, "Do I disturb you two with something indescribable?"

It was Richie who picked up the phone. In a daze, Consuela answered her. When she was about to pick it up, he put his hand back and said in a threatening voice, "Miss Debbie, do you think that you've worked too little recently?"

Debbie immediately sat upright and said seriously, "Mr. Richie, it's not working time yet, and I do have something very important to report."

"If you still want to have work time, say it again."

Consuela, who was sitting next to Richie, wasn't sleepy at all now. She smiled and said, "Stop joking around."

To Debbie's surprise, the voice was changed. There was a soft voice that Consuela used to have. Then she said with a little hoarse, "You called so early. What good news is it?"

Hearing the woman's firm and recognized words, Debbie raised her eyebrows and said, "Of course. I can do twice as much with half the effort."

But she finally agreed to that man's request. She looked around and saw the most luxurious decorations in the room. The bed was in a mess.

"Okay. When you are free, I'll take you to have a meal." Consuela said with a smile and winked at the man who was wearing his tie.

Or did he do it on purpose? He walked up to her and kissed her on her face. His kiss was so gentle. But his kiss disturbed her sexual desire when she was kissed.

"Consuela, Consuela..." The phone was still ringing. Unfortunately, the call fell on the bed. Consuela watched as Richie went into the bathroom to wash up.

When he was out of sight, Consuela came back to herself. She picked up her phone and apologized to the one on the other side on the phone.

It was not easy to appease the angry woman on the other side, but Debbie said, "See you next time, lecher."

Then the phone was hung up. Consuela didn't know whether to cry or to laugh.

She raised her hand to touch the side of her face that was kissed by the person, and then smiled.

Beauty was always attractive.