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.

her eyes and didn't

out that she was a sly woman. The man steadily picked her up

awkwardly and dared not look at him. She was confused and flustered. Although Richie had said before that he would not

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

magenta facial expression was extremely terrible. It seemed that he had

Consuela shook her head, acquiesced in him.

covered with a layer of

would fall in love with such

face. Of course, she knew that he would treat her differently if she said

directly. He walked more softly than usual and seemed to be in a good mood. Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't know what she was

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

complicated pattern outlined by the blue thread at the pure white corners. It was so simple that people

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

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

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

long sigh and tried to comfort

raised 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

not was very pleasant.

as quietly as he could. When he got

and mind were separated. When

averse to such a

to follow his body's reaction to wipe her tears gently. When his hand touched her smooth

She couldn't sleep

until Consuela suddenly reclined on