Stuck In His Heart

Then he saw the woman not far from him suddenly looked away. The woman's face turned red gradually.

He raised his eyebrows and said nothing more, waiting for the woman to answer the question herself.

Was it because she felt guilty or she was angry that her kindness was misunderstood by him? It was easy to see from the attitude of her speaking that she was being polite.

Consuela took several steps back, not intending to make the man look at her in the eye.

"Do you want to eat it or not?" If she was poisoned, her life would be ended and the Xia Clan wouldn't have a comeback in L City.

She didn't have the courage to poison the dishes.

Sitting on the chair, Richie said to the woman who turned her back to him by coincidence, "Then try the poison for me first."

'Fine, I will. I really want to poison this picky man.'

The woman poured a bowl of rice for herself and turned around to make another bowl for him. Then she ate it without any hesitation as if she hadn't had anything for more than ten years.

He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. Whenever she was unhappy or too happy, she would become like this.

Sometimes he really doubted whether her parents had mistreated her before, but according to the data, they treated her as a treasure.

Without thinking too much, he picked up his chopsticks and joined her.

He hadn't tasted the dishes cooked by her for a long time, and Consuela had specially made it for him in order to please him. He really liked them.

After dinner, like a king, Richie sat beside the table, watching the woman cleaning up her things. He kept silent, just staring at her with his eyes.

man, Consuela was really in a sorry plight.

the face coveted by countless women in L City,

watched her wipe the table absently.

say, just say it. He would think it over carefully before

tell me?" He stood up and

and Consuela was stunned by his question. After

he turned around and

way she behaved just now was really

Can't you be like the hero in the soap opera? Why do you

that her life was

the garden, she looked at Consuela's unhappy face and said, "Mrs. Richie, let me do this. You can have a rest

embarrassed. After a while, she calmed herself down and

to her, she asked with a stern face, "can't the hostess

at Consuela and

the tableware, Consuela pounded her hand and walked towards her bedroom. She opened the door and saw the man lying on the bed,

the room. When half of the curtain was drawn, the room looked a little

eyes shifted from the upper body to his face again. She let out a helpless sigh. 'this body is so attractive, '

a light sound of footsteps came from behind her. Richie was a

his hand around her waist and asked with

felt guilty as being

head and took a sip

say was all against the man. Now she still needed his help, and she couldn't fall short of success at

bewitching her ears, "I haven't seen

good mood." He lowered his head and smelled her hair. His breath fell on her