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 know where

a sly woman. The man steadily picked her up and

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

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

was extremely terrible. It seemed that he had seen through

her

a layer of frost. "You should know that if you fall in

Who would fall in love

it on her face. Of course, she knew that he

more softly than usual and seemed

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

people could feel the loneliness. The curtain was also covered with complicated pattern outlined by the blue thread at the pure white corners. It was so simple that

view and sighed for a few seconds. Sure enough, the capitalist was

with a bowl of egg noodles in his hand, Consuela leaned against the headboard of the bed, sleeping. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked serene.

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

to comfort himself. Would she cry

He had sighed

chubby cheeks. The corners of her lips were a little nice, and her eyes were a bit curled up like crescent moons.

she smiled or not was very

quietly as he could. When he got close to her, he saw the tears on

out to help her wipe her tears, he only felt that his body and mind were separated.

averse to such a thing?

follow his body's reaction to wipe her tears gently. When his hand touched her smooth and delicate skin, the warm touch extended into

couldn't sleep

reclined on