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.

set

so did Richie's. A few minutes later, the man's bowl was almost full,

her with a long face, and said, "You're being childish.

a little embarrassing, the

was still wondering what kind of dish she would like to eat, squinted at her and a fit of smile appeared on his lips, "I have told you to eat

to tease her at all. Then she swallowed her anger and went on eating

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

so she had to provide nutrition to

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

he put the food into Consuela's bowl quickly.

silence. She would eat as much as that man gave her, as if the whole process was

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

she didn't appreciate him. In fact, sometimes she thought this childish and inhuman man was

course, some things

about. He put down the 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

you always thought that you are slim and not fat at

"……"

pace. They walked along the winding trail in the

build such a big garden and hire someone to serve it?" Looking at the beautiful flowers in the garden, Consuela

person paused slightly and turned his back to her, deliberately preventing her from seeing his expression at the moment. "Perhaps I got

her daze was suddenly enlightened by the man's words. Was she the hostess who loved