Stuck In His Heart

Then she leaned back against the counter and began to stroke her belly, properly forcing her to look shy and satisfied.

Every time it came to the critical moment, her acting skill would erupt.

"He has done a lot for me, but I can't do anything for him. I've always been feeling guilty," with a smile, she continued, "That's why I want to cook for him."

Suddenly she raised her head and looked Nancy in the eye. With a seductive smile on her lips, she said, "He gave me a lot of tolerance and care, and I want to repay him a little bit of warmth."

His care and tolerance? She had never seen such things from the man.

Having been fooled by Consuela's words, Nancy didn't know what to say anymore. She thought that the couple were in a good relationship.

She frowned and didn't know how to retort. It was a good thing that Mrs. Consuela was kind to Mr. Richie, but Well, just let the young couple have their way.

"Okay, I'll help you then," Nancy suggested with a smile, relaxed.

She couldn't stop worrying about Mrs. Consuela if she really did it alone.

"Thank you, Nancy," Consuela said as she put the hair to her ears. Then she began to wash the vegetables.

It didn't take a long time to cook the vegetables, only four dishes and one soup. They weren’t very bumper, but they were put much effort.

Looking at the woman whose long hair was loosely coiled and who was seriously cooking, Nancy finally believed that Mrs. Consuela was really good at cooking.

The rumor that she wasn't a good cook mustn't be true.

The dinner was ready at seven o'clock in the evening. After she finished, Consuela went upstairs to take a shower. Although she turned on th lampblack machine, the smell of food still filled the air.

It must be fragrant, but not doting.

It was an empty message box. She had to sit on the sofa with legs crossed, waiting

news. She felt sleepy when she heard the plain but not loud

she became fond of sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would fall

the CEO Office of Sruthan Building, with a European style celling lamp shimmering with cold light, Richie

had a video meeting for several hours, and the tasks needed to be handed over and

about to stand up frowned and asked

with the cold air entered the room and stared at the man's silent face.

to report all cooperative

long series of sentences, Richie turned his head

He showed no expression on his

swallowed his saliva silently. He could judge by his experience of acquaintances

fast report it

salary.

a very wide range of contacts for us, and she has also made Wang Group look forward to long-term cooperation." Tim couldn't help saying something nice.

reward Richie would give to gain this benefit so easily.

take care of the rest. Go to the dinner

pulled a long face at once. He went to the dinner with Richie, only to get two results. He drank half dead and vomited into darkness.

them, and his face became as green as

the work contract, Richie left the dinner party in advance and let Tim clean up the mess. No matter how many

car sped on the busy street in front of the villa, but no one dared to bring out the law enforcement

who was like a dull

things, didn't notice that what he was thinking now was the insignificant thing. It shouldn't have been such

was already half past ten. Since the lights on the second floor were still off, Consuela might have already gone

shoes, he walked into the living room. He thought over what had happened before, but

opera, not noticing that someone was approaching behind her until