Stuck In His Heart

"I just want to cook noodles for you," she said in a low voice, her hands on the counter gradually losing their strength, and she trembled under the man's questioning.

She did not expect that she could not even cook the most basic noodles. Just due to her carelessness, the kitchen was like forcibly robbed.

All of a sudden, she squatted down and cried, "I gave Emily a day off. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."

Because of her current low power, she cried in a low voice, trying not to make Richie feel annoyed, as if she was escaping from the whole world.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and pinched his forehead, feeling very impatient. He couldn't resist women's tears all his life, and he was somewhat worried about her.

She was fine with it, but she couldn't be the one to take care of her unborn baby.

After finding himself a proper excuse, he walked to the kitchen where he could stand, bent over and held the woman in his arms.

The muscles were well proportioned, and through the thin shirt, Consuela could see his face clearly. She immediately stopped crying, and there was confusion in her confused eyes.

Was he going to throw her out of the villa because she was too noisy?

She dared not to move for fear of being thrown down. Her long and wet eyelashes stuck together and couldn't open.

It was easy to tell that Richie was in a good mood, but she still felt scared and hopeless.

Richie was a little absent-minded when he saw her like this. When he stepped off a staircase, the woman in his arms stretched out her hands unconsciously and hooked them around his neck.

"Are you trying to strangle me?"

His voice was so cold that Consuela let go of him immediately and maintained her gesture, which made her feel insecure.

and didn't know where

out that she was a sly woman. The man steadily picked her up and took her back to his

on the edge of the bed, she lowered her head awkwardly and dared not look at him. She was confused and flustered. Although

smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from him. "What are you looking forward to, Consuela?"

terrible. It seemed that he had seen through all Consuela's trick without any

Consuela shook her head, acquiesced in him.

a layer of frost. "You should know that if

arrogant. Who would fall in love with such a man with temperament!

didn't show it on her face. Of

more softly than usual and seemed to be in a good mood. Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't

furniture in the house. There was a bed and two bedside cupboards. In the corner of the room

also covered with complicated pattern outlined by the blue thread at the pure white corners. It was so simple that people would be astonished by it.

at the panoramic view and sighed for a few seconds. Sure enough, the

Consuela leaned against the headboard of the bed, sleeping. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, she

he met someone who wouldn’t praise him. Strangely,

comfort himself. Would she cry to thank him?

his head to look at her carefully. He had sighed more often after staying with her for a

good-looking woman. She had chubby cheeks. The corners of her lips were a little nice, and her eyes

smiled or not was very pleasant.

her as quietly as he could. When

to help her wipe her tears, he only felt that his body and mind

why was he not averse to such a

When his hand touched her smooth and delicate skin, the warm touch extended into his

voice. She couldn't sleep well, but she didn't

leave the room until Consuela suddenly reclined on the