Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 169

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.

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

At Nancy's hint, Consuela walked to the living room. She raised her eyebrows when she saw the fresh porridge and other dishes on the table.

She said she wanted to eat fresh porridge casually last night, but she didn't take it seriously. And that man just silently gave her a surprise.

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

When 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.

The man was holding a spoon and eating porridge slowly, and every move was like teaching etiquette.

But his face was so gorgeous.

In the bottom of her heart, she immediately said to herself "Everything visible was empty". Then Consuela said, "The porridge tastes very good. Thank you."

Without raising his head, Richie swallowed the porridge in his mouth and wiped his mouth with a napkin next to him. "You're welcome. It wasn't for you."

His damn arrogant tone pissed off her who didn't know him.

She could tell that those who didn't trust him might have been defeated by his poker face.

After icy air like a thousand miles away, no one would want to be insulted.

Consuela leaned forward, held one hand against her back and raised the man's chin with the other. "Wow, I like your haughty look," she said with a smug smile