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.

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

sit on the bed, she turned around to clean up the table. The man behind her

a sip of water. The sound of swallowing was not very weak

have to learn to be a qualified wife and

looked into his eyes.

The affections in her eyes were always able

her to

all, they were still

to the villa because he thought that there were too many bacteria

and sick would

index were to the

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

ward with a balcony were blown by the strong wind. In the car, Consuela

a hurry anymore. They walked leisurely, as

hospital with the chicken soup made by Nancy, she happened to meet Cassie in the ward,

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

shook her head

same channel,

be so childish. She explained, "Nancy made this

the name "Nancy", Cassie quickly stood up, praising her generously, "I've had dinner for so many years, and the most delicious food is Nancy's cooking. I just let

was so greedy

that she didn't want to disturb the young couple. She took the full and mellow chicken soup and left directly, laughing

his facial expression, but she was a little

she was caught in a dilemma, he suddenly said, "The chicken soup is too greasy for

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

her forehead, Consuela recalled that when the doctor said the order yesterday, wasn't she kicked out by him? She thought that all the people sent to the hospital should have

I'll go and order something to eat for you." She left directly with the lunch box and was about to find Cassie who returned