Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 66 What A Mistake They Made (2)

Debbie smiled peacefully. Her beautiful short hair was dyed by the sun and she continued, "Auntie, maybe it's because I'm pretty. A few of us look like me in my hometown."

The woman was amused to see that she didn't seem to know her. She turned over the page and found the girl familiar.

She must be an important person I've met lately.

The woman turned her head and said to Richie, "You and your cousin are also lucky. You have both been selected to be sent to hospital on the same day."

Then the three of them began to discuss about their future plans. Consuela idly ate her food, and picked up a slice of food for the woman next to her.

Debbie kept chuckling while having her bountiful lunch unhurriedly, her palms wet with sweat.

'That bastard! You'd better pray to God every day! Otherwise, I will get hold of you!

I will show him how capable I am.'

Consuela, who was closest to Debbie, could tell how nervous she was now. Her hand was already beginning to bleed.

She glanced at Debbie from head to toe. An idea struck her, but she held back.

After dinner, the two old women were chatting with Richie about their daily lives.

Consuela was stunned by Richie's filial piety.

After saying goodbye to them, Debbie dragged Consuela to the gate and said in a trembling voice, "Don't ask anything now, Consuela. That man almost drove me crazy."

Even if the woman wasn't arranged by him, she would still connect her as a conspiracy role.

Consuela waved her hand as a sign of compromise. She grabbed her arm and said, "Okay, okay. I won't ask you anything. Could you please calm down first? Where are you going?"

If she left now, maybe those people would still stay outside. Wasn't she afraid?

"I'd like to throw myself into the net." Debbie said with a bitter smile.

The elevator just opened. After they went in, Debbie pressed a button. The reception in the elevator was bad, and the phone was temporarily blocked.

Debbie didn't want to count the calls. 'This man is so crazy and stubborn... Retarded.'

Tapping her chin, Consuela commented, "You're a coward."

"You too." Debbie rolled her eyes and pressed her forehead helplessly.

As soon as she walked out of the elevator, she got a call from the man. Consuela had already been asked to leave.

Oh, she was such a coward. She must ask someone to send her back before she dared to enter his ward.

He was so stubborn. If he made phone calls all the time, why couldn't he send a message?

She had no choice but to knock at the door of the ward when her phone slid to answer accidentally. The man said in a sullen and listless voice, as if there was a little ambiguous atmosphere.

Although they were cousins, their images in front of outsiders were totally different.

One was so cold that nobody dared to approach him; the other was extremely beautiful, but often with coquettish breath, like a hungry wolf in the boundless forest.

The man smiled and asked, "you finally come to see me."

Some people didn't have to show their anger on the surface.

Debbie was biting the door of the ward with a smile, thinking that this man could always make people listen to him.

She was forced to come here?

The man seemed to be in a good mood. He laughed, "well, let me tell you. In fact, there is no one outside."

Before she could leave, the door was suddenly opened from the inside. Debbie had no strength to resist and was pulled in directly.

Instantly, the word "mean" turned into another word -- shit.

When it came to hooligans, she would definitely give him a very high score. She was not afraid of his pride, but afraid that he couldn't recognize himself.

Consuela had no choice but to go back to the top floor. As the two old women got up and were about to leave, she quickly trotted over with an apologetic face.

The woman smiled warmly and said, "my silly girl, have a good rest."

She looked down at her belly and smiled mystically.

The woman, known as her aunt, envied Richie a lot and said, "I wonder when my son will be able to move more smoothly."

How about a daughter-in-law for her.

"Don't worry. There are countless girls who like your son," said Wendy with a smile.

The person did not reply. She only pursed her lips and smiled helplessly.

There were many people who loved him, but few of them could be loved by him.

He had been refusing the dates arranged by his parents for the sake of company's requirements.

Having overheard their conversation, Consuela couldn't help chuckling to herself. The man hadn't officially introduced Debbie to his parents yet.

This aunt felt that Debbie looked familiar. Perhaps it was because a Miss looked like her.

Consuela stopped thinking about that and followed Richie to see the people off. She got into the elevator again. She stood behind the man, raising her head to see the back of his head.

She sighed in her mind, 'A handsome man even has the back side of his head...' The woman quickly shook her head and let the aphrodisiac go away. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She thought she must be crazy.

He was not only good-looking, but also could be attracted to girls whenever and wherever.

Suddenly, Richie turned around and asked, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"I..." Consuela widened her eyes, trying not to let out a single word. When she heard the laughter coming from the two women, her face went livid.

The man was doing it on purpose. He even made her feel ashamed to show off their love.

But this guy seemed to be addicted to it. He lowered his head and touched her lips affectionately. The slightly crooked lips were shining.

He stood up slowly, and his thin lips touched her ear tip. He threatened in a low voice, "Don't reveal the plan."

'Ha-ha, what an impenetrable flirtation!' she thought.

Left with no choice, she turned her head away and didn't make any response. The two old women, however, thought that she was just being shy. They laughed even louder and the conversation became whispers.

She was more than embarrassed. The endless embarrassment, like a wave, swept over her.

But she had to force a smile.

Besides, the man in front of her wasn't a patient at all since he was able to stand up and send people off. She wondered whether her trip to the hospital was going to end.

A dash of disappointment flashed through Consuela's eyes. She hadn't gotten the chance to develop her fondness of him, but she had to leave right away.

She was not reconciled at all.

"What tricks are you thinking about?" On their way back, Richie asked her curiously, tilting his head.

Being interrupted all of a sudden, Consuela regained her composure and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just thinking about your illness. You're getting better, aren't you?"

The man deliberately misinterpreted her words, snorted coldly and said, "Do you expect me to die as soon as possible and live as a widow?"

Shaking her head, she warned, "Don't curse yourself. You know how to spell 'spell'. Sometimes it's quite effective."