Stuck In His Heart

When Consuela woke up, she found that it was much darker than before. When she raised her hand, she was surprised to see a pink cuff on her sleeve. Immediately, she was no longer sleepy.

She reached out to turn on the light, only to find herself in a silk pink nightdress.

She bought it when she went shopping with Sheryl.

Usually, Emily and Nancy would not go to the second floor rashly. There was only one person who could help her change clothes.

At the thought of the man helping her change clothes, her face turned red as if a boiled shrimp.

'what a bastard!'.

Pinching the fat on her waist, she sighed. What was the charm of such a curvy figure?

The man in the kitchen was cooking, wearing a simple white gown without an apron. He seemed to be in a good mood.

Her face was as red as an apple. She walked down the stairs in a hurry as she was about to get to the kitchen. But her husband was so focused on his work that he didn't notice her.

The man was busy cooking in the kitchen. The noodles were made by himself.

She stepped into the dining room. Because of the point of view, she could just see Richie was busy with his work from the transparent small window of the kitchen.

She rested her chin on one hand, and her eyes followed the man's every movement. No matter from which point of view, the man seems to be the most handsome.

He had broad shoulders, slim waist and bottom, black short hair, black eyes and fair skin.

He did match his appearance.

"Babe, that's your father. He's a perfect man." Consuela said in a low voice as she started fetal education.

old, and it

looked at the man intently, a smile resting on her lips.

temper was so bad. But it was the way of

clearly that this was not a good sign. It could be controlled easily.

was sitting in the dining room. A smile appeared on his face. Obviously, he was in a better mood than before.

at him in this way just

meet the man's cold eyes. The man had no time to withdraw his gaze. He looked very calm as if he didn't know what was going on. She scratched her

had to

a beautiful

at the pot.

him, with a touch of loss in her eyes. What was she dreaming about?

of noodles, on which placed eggs and lettuce. The noodles looked so

learn it? It looks great." With her eyes green, Consuela immediately flatter

explained, "When I was studying abroad, I cooked by myself. At that time, I learnt a

about studying abroad. Now that she still remembered the story that Cassie told her, she didn't want to

to be as crazy as last

the glaze lamp, half of his face was in the light, and half in the darkness. He gently bit his thin lips and asked, "do you

He looked up and saw that woman frowning. She seemed to think of something unhappy, her

edge of the bowl, but failed to take her mind back. He frowned and wondered what

I will eat first." The man looked at her and

and lowered his head, about to the noodles. Taken

was so fickle. Why didn't he wait for

that she felt very uncomfortable. She wanted to spit it out, but when she looked at the man's playful eyes, she was unwilling to open her

was so hot that her mouth was numb.

were somewhat blame. "Do you really think that I have to fight for a bowl of noodles with

her head as if she was in the wrong. After that,