Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 29

"I just want to cook noodles for you," she said in a low voice, her hands on the counter gradually losing their strength, and she trembled under the man's questioning.

She did not expect that she could not even cook the most basic noodles. Just due to her carelessness, the kitchen was like forcibly robbed.

All of a sudden, she squatted down and cried, "I gave Emily a day off. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."

Because of her current low power, she cried in a low voice, trying not to make Richie feel annoyed, as if she was escaping from the whole world.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and pinched his forehead, feeling very impatient. He couldn't resist women's tears all his life, and he was somewhat worried about her.

She was fine with it, but she couldn't be the one to take care of her unborn baby.

After finding himself a proper excuse, he walked to the kitchen where he could stand, bent over and held the woman in his arms.

The muscles were well proportioned, and through the thin shirt, Consuela could see his face clearly. She immediately stopped crying, and there was confusion in her confused eyes.

Was he going to throw her out of the villa because she was too noisy?

She dared not to move for fear of being thrown down. Her long and wet eyelashes stuck together and couldn't open.

It was easy to tell that Richie was in a good mood, but she still felt scared and hopeless.

Richie was a little absent-minded when he saw her like this. When he stepped off a staircase, the woman in his arms stretched out her hands unconsciously and hooked them around his neck.

"Are you trying to strangle me?"

His voice was so cold that Consuela let go of him immediately and maintained her gesture, which made her feel insecure.

She closed her eyes and didn't know where she was.

It turned out that she was a sly woman. The man steadily picked her up and took her back to his bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lowered her head awkwardly and dared not look at him. She was confused and flustered. Although Richie had said before that he would not do anything to her, it was really misleading.

She could smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from him. "What are you looking forward to, Consuela?" she asked herself.

Richie's magenta facial expression was extremely terrible. It seemed that he had seen through all Consuela's trick without any mercy.

Being stunned, Consuela shook her head, acquiesced in him.

The man lightly laughed and shook her off. His voice was still cold, and it was covered with a layer of frost. "You should know that if you fall in love with me, you will definitely be doomed eternally."

He was so arrogant. Who would fall in love with such a man with temperament!

Consuela teased him in her mind, but she didn't show it on her face. Of course, she knew that he would treat her differently if she said that.

The man didn't talk to her anymore and turned and walked out directly. He walked more softly than usual and seemed to be in a good mood. Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't know what she was talking about.

The room Richie left in was the most sparsely scattered part of the furniture in the house. There was a bed and two bedside cupboards. In the corner of the room was a fabric sofa.

It was so open that people could feel the loneliness. The curtain was also covered with complicated pattern outlined by the blue thread at the pure white corners. It was so simple that people would be astonished by it.

She glanced at the panoramic view and sighed for a few seconds. Sure enough, the capitalist was very stingy, and he could treat himself like that as well.