Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 41

"One moment, please. The dinner will be ready soon." Holding the bowl in her hands, Consuela walked towards the kitchen, her face deadpan.

When she saw the inexplicable light in his eyes, she suddenly felt that, in fact, she was easily attracted.

A young man living in an aristocratic family, facing his unidentified relatives, who could not give him his parents' love as they were at a high position, what he needed most was the care of others.

Consuela rolled her eyes at her speculation. But she also realized that her speculation was right.

About half an hour later, the dinner was ready. Richie sat there quietly with one hand propping on the table. He closed his eyes, looking tired.

Besides, he was still wearing a formal suit and a white shirt with no expressions on his face. It was obviously not suitable for him to wear a tie.

When she walked out of the kitchen with the dish in her hands, she was not sure if she should wake the man up or not. But before she could, he had already raised his head to look at her.

He asked in a magnetic, hoarse and unprecedentedly gentle voice, "Is dinner ready?"

"Yes" Stunned, Consuela nodded and filled a bowl of rice for him.

The man didn't take it. He frowned and stood up. When he returned to the table, he had taken out all the leftovers in the kitchen.

It seemed that he suddenly turned into a normal person, which made him feel at home, although he was still dressed in a formal suit.

They sat down. In fact, Consuela didn't wait for him to have dinner. When she was hungry, she ran to the kitchen, had her yogurt and ate some snacks.

She didn't eat much at the moment. The warm food warmed her stomach, and she didn't back off her cooking.

"Wow, I didn't expect that you are such a good cook." The man opposite her suddenly broke the silence and was in a good mood.

Consuela heaved a sigh of relief.

But she pretended to be very modest. "I have learned it for a while."

No one would like arrogant people. She had to be modest and knew herself well. She also had to listen to others.

The man suddenly picked up the empty bowl on the table and filled her a bowl of sparerib soup. The atmosphere was just warm. "Drink more, and it's for you and the baby."

He smiled shyly. He didn't know why his mood would change so much all of a sudden, and he didn't want to guess it further.

Consuela was touched by his sincerity. She knew that he had only wanted to give the baby a better life, and that was all. He hadn't wanted his kid to starve because of him.

"Thank you very much." She took over the soup, but did not drink it happily. Her eyes were covered by long eyelashes.

No one had sensed her sudden disappointment.

Both of them were not hungry, so the meal would be finished soon.

At night, Consuela sat in Richie's room, reading a book. She leaned against the bedside table and put on a pair of thick frame glasses, giving her a sense of accomplishment.

As the man who got used to taking a bath, when he came out and saw her in such a state, he could not help but remind her, "The bed has only two functions, sleeping and making love."

He said in a straightforward way. A dash of anger flashed through Consuela's face as she closed the book.

He was the one who asked her to read, while the one in the restricted area was still him. Why were there so many bad things happening?

However, he did not know how the woman who looked up seriously would slander him. He took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet of his room.

He invited, "Have some? It can promote sleep."