Stuck In His Heart

Consuela was woken up by the man. Not long after she just fell asleep, the man dragged his body and got out of the bed again. He just wanted to wake her up.

"Can you just be quiet?" Frowning, Consuela asked in a teasing tone.

Richie looked at the remorseful expression on her face, and asked coldly, "Is this your attitude towards your benefactor?"

Upon hearing this, Consuela felt upset and supported Richie to sit down on the chair aside. She said with a slight smile, "What else do you need me to do?"

With one hand supporting his chin, the man answered coldly, "Go and bring the things on the empty chair."

Give her a good face, and she would be on cloud line.

When she saw the things on the chair, she suddenly turned her head to look at the man, who slightly furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't that scary as she had thought.

Maybe he just didn't want her to go to sleep, starving. Or he loved the baby in her belly and wanted it to be happy.

The reason didn't matter at all, as long as he didn't do anything harmful to her.

Holding the food container in her hand, Consuela silently pushed a small table in front of the man and opened it quickly. A moment later, the ward was filled with the rich smell of the dishes.

The smell of the dishes liked a hook, making her unable to resist the temptation anymore. She swallowed uncomfortably, looked up and began to talk about what had happened yesterday.

"I'm sorry. I asked you something I shouldn't ask that day. I won't ask you again."

There was an old saying that if the wrong person apologized at a dinner party, he or she would be easily accepted.

When he saw how much she wanted to eat, he felt bad, but only for a second.

"Nothing. Let's eat." "I have always been magnanimous," Richie added, even though his face was pale and his heart was calm

She lowered her head, not daring to say anything else to defend herself. Her fists clenched as she lowered her head. She said to herself in her heart that if he was generous, then there would be no narrow-minded people in this world.

other's thoughts. During the meal, the atmosphere was harmonious and loved.

around to clean up the table. The man behind her said, "I don't

water. The sound of swallowing was not very

you have to learn to be

around and looked into his eyes. With a gentle smile, she

fading away. The affections in her eyes were always able

inevitable for her to have some negative

were

villa because

who were weak and sick would usually be easily infected.

her physical index were to the healthy standard.

in the car and left. The man didn't walk her out. When she raised her head, she could see that the lights in his ward

the top ward with a balcony were blown by the strong wind. In the car, Consuela looked out of the window and saw the heavy

now, and the people on the road were not in a hurry anymore. They walked leisurely, as if she had seen herself in the

the hospital with the chicken soup made by Nancy, she

Richie occasionally read business magazines or read the message in his mobile phone. When he was in a good mood,

shook her head in

her hand, she knocked at the door. The two, who were not in the same channel, turned back. When Cassie looked

woman to be so childish. She explained, "Nancy

Cassie quickly stood up, praising her generously, "I've had dinner for so many years, and the most

so greedy for

soup was separated, Cassie raised her eyebrows and said that she didn't want to disturb the young couple. She took

she was a little uneasy as she stared at him. She was willing to think too

was caught in a dilemma, he suddenly said, "The chicken soup

eyes, as if to say that she was too indifferent to

recalled that when the doctor said the order yesterday, wasn't she kicked out by him? She thought that

box and was about to find Cassie who returned to her