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.

back. She looked at her phone. It was an empty message box. She had to sit on the sofa with legs crossed,

news. She felt sleepy

became fond of sleep. Whenever

of Sruthan Building, with a European style celling lamp shimmering with cold light, Richie stood up and was about to leave after he resolved the complicated

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

knock at the door. The man who was about to stand

stared at the man's silent face. He didn't

hurriedly went to report all cooperative cases of

the long series of sentences, Richie turned his head to look at the world

glimmering with a cold light. He showed no expression on his face, while his

file in his hand, Tim swallowed his saliva silently. He could judge by his experience of acquaintances with Richie for many years that Richie

he had to fast report it with a long face.

no time for him to waste money on his salary. He had

made Wang Group look forward to long-term cooperation." Tim

what kind of reward Richie would give to

stood up and walked past him. "I'll take care of the rest. Go to the dinner

once. He went to the dinner with Richie, only to get two results. He drank half dead and

had tried two of them, and his face became as green as

the dinner party in advance and let Tim clean up the mess. No matter how many timed were called

street in front of the villa, but no one dared

Consuela who was like a

things, didn't notice that what he was thinking now was the

floor were still off, Consuela might have already gone to bed. She was pregnant, so she couldn't stay up late.

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

the sofa, she watched the soap opera, not noticing that someone was approaching behind her until she