Stuck In His Heart

His helpless voice was like a sharp knife, piercing through her heart. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about anything else anymore. When she was about to force herself to sleep, a pair of long legs suddenly stretched out from the quilt.

A gust of mint fragrance and a touch of tobacco wafted over her nostrils. She frowned and was about to push him away, but the robber kind man opened his mouth first, "If you keep moving, I don't mind doing a vigorous exercise to you."

His words successfully stopped her. She angrily reprimanded, "you're shameless."

"I'm not only shameless," answered Richie quietly.

His self-knowledge was so powerful that she couldn't find anyone to match him.

Not knowing how long it had passed, the man removed the long legs that were holding her legs. When she was about to turn over, he suddenly got into her quilt.

Richie said in a low and hoarse voice. His usual stateliness was completely gone, and he held Consuela in his arms, like a child. "I can't sleep without you in my arms."

He almost didn't sleep last night. He dealt with work in the first half of the night and had video conference in the second half of the night. He thought about taking a nap, but he didn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, he found that he seemed to have become accustomed to sleeping with her in his arms. Without her, his insomnia would become worse.

He was not sure whether it was a good habit or not.

Consuela was pissed off by his weak voice. She rolled over and slid into the man's arms, patting him gently on the back.

Obviously, he wanted to comfort her, but somehow, he fell asleep.

Perhaps this woman really had some magic power that no one could explore.

When they woke up, it was already in the evening and the weather in spring was getting warmer. There was a deck chair placed on the balcony by Consuela.

the man with a cup of coffee in his hand, and he could do whatever

out her phone. She received

was connected, overwhelming news poured in, mostly about what happened this morning, and the pictures of Harry taken by

unconscious. There was a woman by his side. She recognized

maker would not drink at all, unless all those were true things, and he couldn't destroy the evidence.

as this picture was published, it was considered that Harry had completely installed the scandal. She was just surprised. This was not Harry she

help others,

that the woman he was sleeping with might be older than them.

A message alert

senses and clicked on the text. It was a text message from Debbie. In the picture, there was a couple, Harry and Sheryl, with a powerful background known to

man, and when I saw that, I felt like another idol

first three men were drug

awesome to be your

bun and made her

and white eyes looked unblinkingly, as if he

meeting is over,"

computer in a hurry. Seeing that woman take a sip of the coffee in her hand, he said in an indifferent tone, "what do

hand to touch her face, feeling confused. Even if she pretended to be an anthomaniac,

bring it up now,

what kind of intersection did you have?

put the coffee back on the table. A moderate sound made

He tidied up his

clothes to take a shower. Obviously, he wanted

her eyebrows. Before she could say anything else, the man who was opening the