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 where

woman. The man steadily picked her up and

at him. She was confused and flustered. Although Richie had said before that he would not do anything to her, it was really

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

that he had seen through all

stunned, Consuela shook her head, acquiesced

lightly laughed and shook her off. His voice was still cold, and it was covered with a layer of frost. "You should

fall in love with

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

walked more softly than usual and seemed to be in

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

by the blue thread at the pure white corners. It was so

few seconds. Sure enough, the capitalist was very

a bowl of egg noodles in his hand, Consuela leaned against the headboard

he cooked after many years, but he met someone who

and tried to comfort himself. Would she cry

raised his head to look at her carefully. He had sighed more often

wasn't a good-looking woman. She had chubby cheeks. The corners of her lips were a little

she smiled or not was very pleasant.

approached her as quietly as he could. When he got close to her, he

felt that his body and mind were separated. When he

why was he not averse

her tears gently. When his hand touched her

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

room until Consuela suddenly reclined on the bed