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.

didn't know

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

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

scent of alcohol coming from him. "What are you looking forward to, Consuela?" she asked

that he had seen through

shook her head, acquiesced in

was covered with a layer of frost. "You should know that if you fall in love with me, you will definitely be doomed

fall in love with such

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

walked out directly. He walked more softly than usual and seemed to be in a good mood. Consuela furrowed her

in was the most sparsely scattered part of the furniture in the house. There was a bed and two bedside cupboards.

The curtain was 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.

few seconds. Sure enough, the

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

the first time he cooked after many years, but he met someone who wouldn’t praise

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

had sighed more often after staying

lips were a little nice, and her

or not was very

put down his bowl and approached her as quietly as he could. When he got

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

why was he not averse to such a thing?

her tears gently. When his hand

a low voice. She couldn't sleep well, but she didn't push his hand

room until Consuela suddenly reclined on the bed with her