Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 62 An Encounter In The Hospital

After the three of them finished eating their porridge, Consuela received a phone call and walked to the balcony. She completely ignored Richie's inquiring gaze.

It was Debbie.

Before Debbie could say anything else, Consuela asked with a stern look, "Who answered your phone? Don't tell me he's your brother. I remember you told me you're the only child in your family."

Her tone was somewhat domineering. As expected, the weak would be gradually infected after being together with the strong for a long time.

Sometimes she even felt that she was a bit similar to Richie.

Debbie didn't expect that she would ask such a straightforward question. She explained vaguely, "That's one of my ordinary friends. I just went to the bathroom, and you happened to call me."

She blurted it out without a pause. If the man hadn't kept silent for more than ten seconds, she might have believed it.

"Do you really think I'm stupid?" Consuela asked, taking a bite of the grape angrily.

It was impossible for an ordinary friend to come here in such a hurry without any precaution. She could put the phone next to him.

It was a poor lie.

Debbie said in a low voice, as if trying to avoid someone, "Actually, that's my cousin."

Before Consuela could finish her sentence, a loud bang was heard from the phone. Then the man's voice was heard again.

The man chuckled and said, "I am her beloved brother."

His voice rose slightly at the end, as if he was in an extremely happy mood.

When Consuela was about to say something, the man who had cleaned up the table walked up to her slowly and rested his chin on her head.

A muffled voice came from above, "Who are you calling so happily?"

The smile on his face became bigger and bigger, which even made her feel a little uncomfortable.

As soon as she heard the scary voice, Debbie grabbed her phone from the man's hand and asked in confusion, "Consuela, are you...

You... With whom?"

Her words were cut off in a busy tone.

She took down the phone and looked at the time on the screen. She remembered the familiar voice. It was Richie, her boss, the CEO of Sruthan Group.

Sure enough, they two had some special relationship.

Well, that girl was very skillful too. She didn't say a word in the company, as if the story hostess was someone else.

She heard that man was also in this hospital. It seemed that she met her somewhere.

The man on the sickbed, who was teased by his fans as the national dream man, came over, and his face was pressed against hers. The outline of his charming face could not be more obvious.

"What are you thinking about?"

The coldness brought Debbie back to her senses. She turned around and pushed him away. Standing up, she snapped, "Can you behave yourself?"

Why was he coming so close to her? Did he lie to those little girls about his stoic image in that video?

The man smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that Consuela quickly hung up the phone, Richie's eyes became a little sharp. His thin lips were not very red, but they were full of anger.

"Chatting with a little lover?" While saying, he turned his head to look at the man in the ward who had nothing to do, as if implying her something.

"You think too much. I don't have a little lover, but I just don't want to expose anything."

After all, when they got married, he specifically stated that their relationship should be confidential to the outside world.

She was not a satisfying lady of the Ye Clan.

The man snorted, not knowing whether to mock her or praise her, "You've kept it in mind all the time."

She took a step back and turned around. The sun shone brightly in her eyes. There was a friendly smile on her face.

She said solemnly, "I will remember every word you said." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Huh." He turned around and walked into the ward, leaving her alone outside in the cold wind.

This strange man.

Richie suddenly turned around, surprising her. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Come in if it's cold outside."

It was not sweet words, but she felt extremely flattered when she heard it from the man.

She was right about what she had thought before. Richie had an intravenous drip which damaged his brain.

Consuela put her phone away and smiled helplessly. She walked into the wad with Richie, feeling very relaxed.

In fact, she had always hoped that the atmosphere would be like this. However, she knew clearly that it wouldn't last long.

And it was time for her to turn her good nature upside down.

Every patient suffered from the disease when he was the most vulnerable. As long as there were people willing to come out to care about him, most of them could succeed.

The unexpected Cassie appeared and took Tim away. Reluctance was written all over his face, like a mouse ran into a cat and couldn't get rid of it. He had a long face.

Noticing the strange magnetic field between the two persons, Consuela was curious and asked, "Have they had any stories?"

Richie raised his eyebrows and teased, "The story between them has been started since they were born."

Of course, it was just a wishful thinking of Cassie.

"What? Do you want to know?"

Seeing that woman nod vigorously, he nodded in agreement very easily. "You can have a good sleep first," he said.

Without saying a word, she lay down on the edge of the bed. The curtains were closed, and the ward was dark.

It was quiet on such a floor where no one had ever come to. Only the extremely light click of the keyboard was a perfect background voice for her to fall asleep.

The pregnant woman was very drowsy. After closing her eyes slightly, she fell asleep in a man-made environment, without moving an inch.

Richie turned to tuck her in. His eyes were deep and bright, as if all her expressions could be seen in the dark night.

He lowered his head and was about to kiss her, but he pretended to turn over and pouted.

He kissed her soft lips and kissed her full of collagen face. What a pity!

It was dark in the ward when Wendy came. She turned on the light subconsciously and saw the harmonious couple on the bed.

They both slept against the bedside table. The woman's head was on the man's shoulder, and the man's head was on the woman's head.

They looked sweet and harmonious.

Wendy chuckled and immediately turned off the light and gently closed the door. As she was teased by the noblewoman who accompanied with her, she said, "What did you see?"

"Stop talking about me. Let's go to see your son first." Wendy suggested with a smile. Her face turned a little ruddy.

The woman dressed in thick clothes next to her smiled but said nothing. As an old person who had the experience, naturally she could tell something from the expression on her face.

She couldn't help fixing her eyes on the closed door for a few seconds, but was pushed away by Wendy.

They were very familiar with each other and spoke without any scruple. "Why are you more anxious than me? I almost doubt that boy is your biological son."

Rose looked up at the face that was a bit like her and shook her head helplessly. "Anyway, he is my nephew."

The two companions left quickly.