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

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

the bed, she lowered her head awkwardly and dared not look at him. She was confused and flustered. Although Richie had said before that

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

terrible. It seemed that he had

stunned, Consuela shook her

still cold, and it was covered with a layer of frost. "You should know that if you fall in love with me, you

fall in love with such a man with temperament!

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

and seemed to be in a good mood. Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't know what

furniture in the house. There was a bed and two bedside

feel the loneliness. The curtain was also covered with complicated pattern outlined by the

the panoramic view and sighed for a few seconds. Sure enough, the capitalist was very stingy, and he

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

he cooked after many years, but he met someone who wouldn’t praise him. Strangely, he was

comfort himself. Would she cry

head to look at her carefully. He had sighed more often after staying

were a little nice, and her eyes were a bit curled up like crescent moons.

not was

as he could. When he got close to

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

not averse to such a

her tears gently. When his hand

She couldn't sleep well, but she

leave the room until Consuela suddenly reclined on the