Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 134

The elders sitting at the table didn't say anything but smiled happily for the good show. Ronald nodded and announced the start of the dinner.

Consuela lowered her head to eat again, but Richie grabbed her hand under the table, his eyes red. The corners of her mouth twitched, but she didn't say anything.

After dinner, they were left in the house. Richie's room was spacious and clean on the third floor, and the wallpapers were all cold white.

The furniture was poor. A big bed was placed in the middle, and a bookshelf was placed next to the bed. The bookshelf was filled with many titles, including titles and English books.

Consuela raised her head to scrutinize the young man's face carefully before she draw a conclusion. "You are really a genius. Many people would be jealous of you, but it's a pity that your childhood was so dark."

Richie lowered his eyes to look at Consuela, who was examining the trophies. "I just did my efforts when you were having fun," he said coldly.

Consuela curled her lips silently.

At a teenage age, she could only play the piano. She barely passed Grade 8 in the University. Her IQ was average, which was not outstanding.

But in front of the man who had a good family and handsome appearance, but worked harder than her, she was really humble to the dust.

He walked to the wardrobe and began to pack up his bathing clothes.

Before he had lived in the Ye's house with Consuela, sometimes he would stay in there at night. So there was never a shortage of clothes there.

But Consuela didn't.

She looked at the silent man and suddenly reacted. She frowned and asked, "what will I wear today?"

With a slight smile, he took out a white shirt from the wardrobe. With a low-key logo in the bottom, he took the shirt and showed it to the woman walking towards him.

He teased, "You can wear my shirt as your dress. Why are you so worried that you don't have any clothes to wear?"

Looking at the crazy and restless face of the young man, Consuela couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows. Some love stories about young men's lives came to her mind all of a sudden, which made her become more curious about the matter.

The weather had not yet turned warm. She was already going to be plump. She was really... It was hard to say.

"You're getting more and more annoying."

"It's funny." The man took back his tease and went straight to the bathroom.

He hadn't given a solution to the problem yet. However, his mother had arranged for someone to bring clothes to her in the end.

As the night was not yet dark, the two people who had been cleaned took a walk in the backyard of their house. The workaholic man had no longer been working again.

Perhaps he just wanted to make a show of himself in front of the elders.

Every time he said something like love confession to her, she just couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure what she should say. She felt like she was wrapping on a durian.

Although it was sweet outside, it smelt stinky.

In her mind, a man like Richie would never fall in love with any other woman sincerely, except for Angie, who made him drunk at night.

One day after work, when Richie came back to the villa, the woman, who had promised not to wait, fell asleep on the sofa again.

The man's eyes swept around the table, and there was nothing on it. He was somewhat dumbfounded.