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.

an empty message box. She had to sit on the sofa with legs

the news. She felt sleepy when she heard the plain

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

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 tasks in his hands.

the tasks needed to

was about to stand up frowned and asked someone to come

with the cold air entered the room and stared at the man's silent face. He didn't know who was going to

went to report all cooperative cases of the Wang

simple sentence and finish it or I'll replace you." Hearing the long series of sentences, Richie turned his head to look

with a cold light. He showed no expression on his

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

had to fast report it with a long

salary. He had to continue working when his

of contacts for us, and she has also made Wang Group

reward Richie would give to gain this benefit so

"I'll take care of the rest. Go to the dinner party

standing there 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

tried two of them, and his face became as green as vegetables.

advance and let Tim clean up the mess.

street in front of the villa, but no one dared to bring

was like a dull cat would

was the insignificant thing. It shouldn't have been such a little

the lights on the second floor were still off, Consuela might have already gone to bed. She was

living room. He thought over what had happened before, but she

watched the soap opera, not noticing that someone was approaching behind her until she heard the man's voice. "Oh, it's your road