Stuck In His Heart

But she didn't expect that when she took up a microphone and was about to sit in front of the ordering platform, the long leg man next to her had sat down impolitely.

The second time she smelt the perfume she was so familiar with, she had an impulse to run away, though the man had helped her avoid the conversation with Adriana not long ago.

When she was about to turn around, she heard the man's attractive voice over her eardrum. "What song do you want to sing? We can order some together. "

He was such an easy-going man. It would not be nice of her to refuse him again.

Out of options, Consuela had to thank the man for his help, and then she told a few songs she could sing, and after the man smiled back at her, she immediately went back to her seat.

Her phone was out of power and had been turned off, but the woman sitting next to her was browsing the Twitter without mercy and laughing from time to time.

There was still a faint smell of nicotine on her body. She hadn't been out for a long time. She must have only smoked a cigarette.

Listening to the pleasant music, Consuela sensed the unusual noises coming from the LED screen. She focused her eyes on the screen to find out that she was the one who started the song.

No matter what kind of songs she was singing, she would always have a little bit of out of tune. She picked up the microphone and concentrated on the music. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the music. At last, she simply hummed.

Just then, a clean, attractive male voice started to sing with her, just the climax of the song.

Consuela suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the man who was sitting in front of the ordering platform. He didn't look back. He kept focusing on the scrolling long subtitles.

His back was straight and thin.

Suddenly, Consuela stopped singing. The man didn't say anything but continued to sing. He had finished most of the songs that she wanted to sing.

If Adriana was here, she would be infuriated.

claimed that she was tired and

to a bus station. The woman sitting in the sports car raised her eyebrows and asked,

and said, "No, thank you.

her head, Stacy looked at her bulging belly. Still, she was a little worried. "How about you give

moment, Consuela had unfastened her seatbelt and got out of the car. Stepping on the road, she turned around and said smilingly, "I'm really fine. You can leave now. Be

these polite words, she waved to her and walked

honking behind Stacy's car. She didn't stay long, but

for a bus at the station. When the car disappeared from her sight, she

to that place. In a word, she just didn't want others to know her current

would bring him shame by announcing her true identity as the hostess of Sruthan

hated each

car, she got in and told the driver

the so-called rich and powerful people could live. Few people wanted to go there

villa, the

walked towards the second floor. Out of the corner of

to the person. "What's

woman took hold of Consuela's hand nervously. "Mrs. Richie, where have you been? You didn't answer the phone. Mr. Richie

tone. A dash of guilt flashed through Consuela's eyes as she was speaking. But after she

die in

her mistake with a smile, "An old classmate got married today. We

it would

inform Mr. Richie of your safety right now." Emily nodded, let go of her hand, turned

Consuela didn't say