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.

closed her eyes and didn't know where she

a sly woman. The man steadily picked her up and

him. She was confused and

scent of alcohol coming from him. "What are you looking forward to,

seemed that he had seen through

her head, acquiesced in him.

voice was still cold, and it was covered with a layer

was so arrogant. Who would fall in love with

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

her anymore and turned and walked out 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 talking about.

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

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

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

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

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

and tried to comfort himself. Would she cry

her carefully. He had sighed more often after staying with her

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

not was very pleasant.

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

he only felt that his body and mind

why was he not averse to

wipe her tears gently. When his hand touched her smooth and delicate skin, the warm

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

suddenly reclined on the bed with her head askew.