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

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

head awkwardly and dared not look at him. She was confused and

him. "What are you looking forward to, Consuela?" she asked herself.

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

her head, acquiesced

still cold, and it was covered with a layer of frost. "You should

arrogant. Who would fall in love with such a man

in her mind, but she didn't show it on her face. Of course, she knew

usual and seemed to be in

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

people could feel the loneliness. The curtain was also covered with complicated pattern outlined by the blue thread at the

view and sighed for a few seconds. Sure enough, the capitalist was very stingy, and he could treat himself like

egg noodles in his hand, Consuela leaned against the headboard of the bed, sleeping. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked serene.

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

heaved a long sigh and tried to comfort himself. Would she cry to

look at her carefully. He had sighed more often after staying with her for

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

smiled or not

When he got close to her, he saw the tears on

wipe her tears, he only felt that his body and mind were separated. When he realized what he had don, he didn't really dislike

not averse

tears gently. When his hand touched her smooth and delicate

her eyebrows, Consuela grumbled in a low voice. She couldn't

the room until Consuela suddenly reclined on