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.

a cup of coffee in his hand, and he could

took out her phone. She received

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

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

all, unless all those

Harry had completely installed the scandal. She

help others,

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

A message alert

was a text message from Debbie. In the picture, there was a couple, Harry and Sheryl, with a powerful background known to all the rich people in L

negotiate a cooperation with a man, and when I saw that, I felt like another idol had died in

The first three men were drug abuse and prostitution, and the boss was married. Now the last one is in

to be your idol," said

made her

white eyes looked unblinkingly, as if

over," said

Seeing that woman take a sip of the coffee

feeling confused. Even if she pretended to be an anthomaniac, she still had her

whether she should bring it up now, but she

person in the news this morning, what kind of intersection did you

put the coffee back on the table. A moderate sound made her realize that this topic was a restricted

man didn't do anything to her. He tidied up his wrinkled clothes and stood up.

take a shower. Obviously, he

Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. Before she could say anything else, the man who was opening the wardrobe turned around and asked with a smile, "you want to take a