Stuck In His Heart

The atmosphere inside the car was quite awkward. After a while, Consuela raised her hand and fumbled for the button to open
the window. A gust of cold wind blew, making them become silent.
She closed her eyes and didn't know what to say. The car was a little bumpy and it was not very comfortable.
Harry was like a walking refrigerator, sending out the chill all over her body. Consuela gritted her teeth and insisted, not wanting
to show weakness in front of him again.
The man's voice, like a flash of light, suddenly pierced through the darkness and deep into the ears. "When will you stop
pretending?"
Consuela opened her eyes, adjusted her facial expression and sat up straight. Only to find that she wasn't relaxed as she had
imagined.
She didn't feel uncomfortable when she was so close to him before.
Those cold words and sarcastic remarks rushed into her mind again.
"Thank you for driving me." Consuela said as she forced a smile. There was an obvious uneasiness in her face.
However, she got no response but the man's sneer, which made her feel like getting off the car with another man. "Get off the
car, you should know how disgusting I am to you now."
The car braked all of a sudden. She sprinted forward, but luckily her seat belt steadied her. The belly was covered with heavy
clothes. She didn't feel uncomfortable.
Consuela gritted teeth. As she got out of the car, the back seat was cleaned up by the man without mercy. He didn't even look at
her.
And he didn't care whether there would be a car passing by or not. He was so selfish that he only wanted to leave quickly.
The wind and snow gathered and whined when it was late at night, and the snowy day had also turned into a cold and gloomy
day because of the sunlight.
She stood under the changed road lights, staring at the white car moving away like a meteor.

Harry had never believed her. When the photos were posted, he insisted that it was all her fault and ignored her was the most
victim.
However, he still couldn't find out the person who had hurt her.
After waiting for nearly half an hour along the road, Consuela waited impatiently, but no one came to help her.
Finally, she took out her cell phone and called Richie. It took a long time for him to answer the phone, as if a sloth was doing
that.
It was so slow that her heart suddenly cooled.
"The subscriber you dialed cannot be answered. Please leave the number after the beep..."
She called him three times, but all she got was a cold, mechanical female voice.
It was impossible that he didn't answer the phone on purpose. Perhaps something happened to him and he just didn't carry the
phone with him.
With a deep sigh, she turned her head sideways to look at the things in front of her feet. Then she fixed her eyes on the villa of
the Xia Clan. She felt so ashamed to go back there.
As a result, her relationship with Harry had fallen to the freezing point. On the other hand, she didn't want her parents to worry
about her.
She didn't know how long it had passed, but her hand, which was used to holding her cell phone, was so cold that she didn't feel
a thing. And the man still didn't call her back.
The street lamps were shining on her, as if she were covered with a layer of cold mist, which made people feel sorry for her.
Consuela gritted her teeth and called Debbie.
And she was her only close friend in L City.
When Debbie arrived, Consuela felt that her brain was frozen. Still, she didn't receive a call from Richie.
Seeing her rendered speechless, the woman in the car said, "Are you a fool? Where is the boss? Why don't you call him?"

Consuela stood there dumbfounded as the wind was blowing. She was pregnant, and the father of her babies looked like
missing?
"I couldn't get through to him," Consuela answered in a trembling voice. She put the bags into the trunk and hid herself inside the
car.
The collision of the air conditioner eased her down. Her face was thoroughly frozen red, which was in the same color as the red
one she saw on TV.
"I don't know what to say about you. I'm afraid that it will hurt your IQ." She took out a pack of warm stuff from the car drawer and
threw it to Consuela, with a disgusted look on her face.
She kept asking, "how did you get here? Don't you know that it's hard to get a taxi on the highway? "
Consuela shook her head. She hadn't expected that Harry would have become like this. After all, she had no idea of that before.
Looking at this unrepentant and muddled woman, Debbie was too angry to say anything.
"Play a warm song. I feel very cold now."
It was the chill from the bones, not the flesh.
Debbie cast a glance at her and quickly picked up an apple. The sound of Little Apple echoed in the car, making Consuela
envious.
"Where are we going?"
"I want to sleep with you today."
Debbie shrugged her shoulders and teased, "Wow, how can you talk in such an impenetrable way?"
She also could tell that this woman was in a very bad mood now. She should have waited there for a long time, but the boss did
not go to pick up her.
However, she was really curious about how much the man who left her here disliked her.
Anyone with discerning eyes could find that she was pregnant, but who would treat a pregnant woman like this?

Debbie's place was a little far away from where she lived. It was a small rental house in the fourth ring, and the decoration was
very warm.
Clean and neat.
"Go wash yourself and have a good rest. I'm going to fill in the report left by the company now." She stretched herself and
pointed to a room.
"There are spare toiletries. Well, you can't wear my clothes now. Just change into a bathrobe." After looking at the woman's
figure for a few seconds, she opened her mouth and her words like a knife, directly stabbing into the woman's heart.
Bearing the pain, she nodded and went to the bathroom. She then saw men's toiletries, and shavers in front of the mirror.
She was shocked. 'Is she living with the male star?' But, had she ever seen that scandal?
'It's impossible that I can't see her, but does she take her friend seriously?'
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she walked out of the bathroom. The door was wide open, and the laptop screen
was on. The woman, who had promised to finish the report, was asleep.
She raised her head and looked at the alarm clock in the living room. It was about midnight.
She put up her phone left in the living room, but there was no missed call or message for her. She had to go back to Debbie's
room and put a coat on her.
Her phone was still on the screen. A person who was signed as "bastard" was sending message to her.
Thinking of the countless calls she had received, she knew that the message was from the man again.
However, it seemed that the woman didn't want to talk to him.