Stuck In His Heart

The enchanting illusion and pink heart of the young girl were shattered into pieces as soon as she finished speaking. Putting on a cold expression on her face, Consuela sat back in her seat.

She thought that she'd better keep silent. It was like killing her sense of humor and youth to talk with this man who had poisonous tongue.

Except for this unhappy episode, everything was good.

She was sitting on a hanging chair for two people, shaking. The romantic movie on her laptop was still playing. The wind from a distance was blowing. One of his hands was still on her shoulder.

Every place was perfect.

The next morning, he got up and put on a casual outfit. When Consuela was too sleepy to open her eyes, he went downstairs to prepare the breakfast.

By the time Consuela got up, the man had already prepared two Chinese breakfast and had done a warm-up exercise in the outer ring of the villa.

In a cotton white nightdress, Consuela walked downstairs. When she passed the kitchen, she saw a towel on Richie's shoulder. He raised his head to drink water as his Adam's apple slid up and down along his movement.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his handsome face. He had screwed down the bottle of water before she could respond.

After greeting him in a neither too cold nor too warm tone, he picked up the towel on his shoulder, casually and naturally wiped the sweat on his face, and then went upstairs.

Watching him leave, Consuela said blankly, "good morning."

When she came to her senses, the man was nowhere to be found.

"Mrs. Richie please go to the living room to have breakfast. The food today is prepared by Mr. Richie himself." Nancy appeared out of nowhere. She raised her eyebrows to imply her.

She had been here for a long time and had served Mr. Richie for many years. But now Mrs. Richie was the first woman that Mr. Richie brought back personally.

he had done many things for the first time for her. It's really gratifying.

the living room. She raised her eyebrows when she saw the fresh

last night, but she didn't take it seriously. And that man

glued on the glaring porridge, she sat on the chair and stared at the dishes.

she was eating her porridge, the man who went upstairs slowly walked in and sat down in front of her. With a shower's fragrance, he looked as cool as himself.

spoon and eating porridge slowly, and every move was like teaching etiquette.

his face was so

to herself "Everything visible was empty". Then Consuela said, "The porridge tastes

porridge in his mouth and wiped his mouth

pissed off her who didn't know

trust him might have been defeated by

thousand miles away, no one would want to

the man's chin with the other. "Wow, I like your haughty look," she said with

Said Richie in a cold tone as he looked up.

can do that. Why can't I?' It was true that only the magistrate were free to burn down house, but the common

man put on a false smile and said, "you'll know it's a kind

like being scolded by

the man picked up the knife and fork on the

go to the company. He went to the hospital with Consuela, who had

usual as if she was the one who possessed the best resources. She hadn't changed a lot since she didn't meet them

saying, "recently, there have been a lot of high-ranking patients in the

work is not

last time, she couldn't help but mock, "Tut, it's just

the secretly flowing expression

fall asleep as soon as I touch the pillow. I'll introduce a new disciple to you and let her