Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 135

Time ticked by slowly. Consuela had just finished eating her noodles. She raised her head and looked at Richie who was staring at her with an evil smile. "Fall in love with me?"

Hearing the ridicule, Richie curved an eye motionlessly, and there was a flicker of dark light in his eyes, "I just want to remind you, don't forget to clean up the table and wash the dishes after you finish eating."

After saying that, he leaned over and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Sometimes I really doubt that if you have been mistreated every day in the Xia Clan. You are so hungry."

Which implied that she ate things like a hungry ghost.

He withdrew his hand, turned around and walked away unhurriedly. Consuela widened her eyes in anger.

At last, she had to stand up and clean them up.

At night, Richie was working in his study since he finished eating noodles. His dark coat was thrown directly onto the big bed in the master bedroom.

Consuela shook her head and hung the coat up. Then she sat on a deck chair in the balcony, picked up a book and began to teach herself. She put the laptop which played the yoga video on the table.

When she felt sleepy, the book slipped from her hand, but the video was still playing. A long wind came, lifting up the woman's unbound long hair.

Her white pajamas set off her skin, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow over her eyes. She muttered her lips and didn't say anything.

After he finished his work, he went back to his room. He was surprised to see the empty room. He turned around and asked the servant where the woman had been.

The white clothes of that woman suddenly appeared from the corner of his eyes when he turned around. The book fell on the clean floor and formed a triangular rack.

The woman was not covered by any clothes and looked cool. Frowning, Richie walked close to the woman. He was about to say something, but he saw her sleeping comfortably.

He couldn't bear to wake up her from a beautiful dream. He picked up her book and turned off the light. Then he bent down and picked her up to the big bed.

"You are such an enemy of mine." Richie sighed helplessly.

He didn't receive any response from her. When she was placed on the bed, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck reflexively, unwilling to let go.

With his eyebrows raised, he asked curiously, "Consuela, are you awake?"

The sound of probing was like a fine stone sank into the bottom of the sea, and no one responded.

Richie reached out his hand, wanting to tuck her in, but that person seemed afraid that the prey would escape, so she pressed him on the bed instead.

Richie's face darkened, "let me go."

This response was more fierce. The woman's hands and feet directly wrapped around his body, like an octopus with eight claws, clinging to him without letting go.

Considering she was pregnant now, Richie didn't dare to make any moves at all. He could only stare at the woman in front of him, hoping that she could be a little conscious. It was obvious that after she fell asleep, the woman had no shame at all.

The woman curled up in his arms with her hands around his waist and her legs between his legs. The position was so ambiguous that the man could not control the desire. It seemed that there were 261 bones in his body all of a sudden.

Because of the difference in height, he could only see the woman's head, with thick tinted eyes and a sense of forbearance, and finally he just let out a long sigh.

"Good night." He closed the light and went to sleep. But something else made him heart ache.

He would like to see how she would compensate it in the future.

He raised his hand to cover her with the quilt. He felt helpless in his heart, but he could only keep silent.

He didn't have to guess how hoarse his voice would be.