Stuck In His Heart

"You'll be absent-minded just by talking a few words to me. Is it because you're in love with the world, or because I'm too bored to be talked to?"

The moment she raised her head, she met the man's gaze. Holding the glass of water in her hand, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. Rolling her black and white eyes, she changed the topic again. "Which flowers do you like? I can pick them for you myself."

The smile on her face was deeply covered by the man's hand.

Her glass was taken away and she was thinking what on earth this man was going to do. Suddenly her body was lifted up.

Subconsciously, she reached out to grab the thing that was protecting her. But as soon as she touched it, her face instantly flushed red as if she had caught a kind of incurable disease. She shrank her whole body with her hands drew back to her waist. She preferred not to feel safe in the air than to face the embarrassment in the air.

The man suddenly stiffened in his arms, as if he was enduring some pain, and buried his head in the woman's shoulder, "why do I want to slap you so much?"

The two acted very weirdly at the moment. Consuela still put one of her feet on the hanging chair, trying to balance herself. And Richie bent his long leg slightly, which seemed a little funny, but after a moment, he began to get better.

He took the woman out of the chair completely and walked downstairs. His face was cold and pale. He didn't look well.

Consuela didn't dare to say one more word. She even didn't have the courage to push the man to put her down. She was sure that Richie would let her go directly as long as she said let go of her.

And he didn't care that she was pregnant and would considerately put her down.

Then he walked into the living room directly, and a servant pulled a chair out for her. Then Consuela was put on the chair.

With a sullen face, Richie pulled the chair next to her and sat down. He didn't say a word all the way along. He skillfully wiped the knife and fork with his dining cloth, made it almost to reflect the light.

food set on the table and started to pick up

few minutes later, the man's bowl was almost full, but her bowl was still intact

next to her with a long face, and said,

embarrassing, the momentum was

was still wondering what kind of dish she would like to eat, squinted at her and

but the man didn't seem to tease her at all. Then she swallowed her

Consuela's quick movements. He couldn't help laughing and shaking his head. She was really a tough girl.

a baby in her womb, so she

don't eat fried chicken or fish fragrance shredded pork. Why are there so many dishes that I don't like..." The man began to count the

put the food into Consuela's bowl quickly.

stunned, but she accepted in silence. She would eat as much as that man gave her, as if the whole

really couldn't eat, he picked up a few vegetables and ate a little rice,

be a lie if she said she didn't appreciate him. In fact, sometimes she

some things

chopsticks and looked at the woman who didn't want to move anymore. He raised his hand and pinched the woman's belly. Then the woman slapped him in

thought that you are slim and not fat at all? Even if you are pregnant, you can still stay

"……"

down her pace. They walked along

such a big garden and hire someone to serve it?" Looking at the beautiful

expression at the moment. "Perhaps I got the point that I will marry a woman who loves flowers in

was suddenly enlightened by the man's words. Was she the hostess