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.

She looked at her phone. It was an empty message box.

felt sleepy

fond of sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she

lamp shimmering with cold light, Richie

the tasks needed to be handed over and the matters needing

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

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

report all cooperative cases

or I'll replace you." Hearing the long series of sentences, Richie turned his head to look at the

deep and dark eyes were glimmering with a cold light. He showed no expression on his face, while his body was exuding invisible pressure.

file in his hand, Tim swallowed his saliva silently. He could judge by his experience of acquaintances with Richie for many years that Richie was not pleased

fast report it with

waste money on his salary.

made Wang Group look forward

wondered what kind of reward Richie would give to gain this

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

the

of them, and his face became as green as

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

of the villa,

who was like a dull cat would do in the villa.

that what he was thinking now was the insignificant thing. It shouldn't have been such a little thing

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

living room. He thought

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