Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 58

Feeling he was more approachable, Consuela teased him with a smile, "Why are you so angry?"

Richie glared at her, but said nothing.

The woman closed the door, with a luxuriously packaged bag in her hand. She carefully took out the porridge from the bag.

She fixed everything for him and waited for him to drink.

His eyes darkened. He forced a smile and said, "My hand hurts. You feed me."

The man leaned his head back a little, his beautiful eyes gleaming. Since he said so frankly, Consuela was stunned for a while.

She had been with him for so many hours, but she still didn't find he had this symptom. He always got out of bed and took things at one go.

She knew this man wanted to order her to do things, but she was too furious to say anything about it. Even if he wanted to eat shit now, she would not stop him.

She was always so sweet.

With a sigh, Consuela stirred the porridge with a spoon. She had never fed anyone before, and she was not good at feeding.

But it was not difficult to see that she had been very clumsy and careful all the time.

Just like feeding a child, the woman fed the man with a mischievous smile on her face, "Oh, open your mouth."

Wasn't he a naughty boy who made trouble when he didn't get his attention?

Nobody had ever told her what kind of illness had happened to him, so she had always simplified his condition into the least.

She shouldn't sympathize with this fickle man, otherwise she wouldn't know what would happen to her in the end.

Richie laughed. He ate the porridge obediently. The taste was light, like a mixture of sugar.

It was not oily at all. It got the point. His stomach, which was fastidious by Nancy, at this moment did not feel bored.

At noon, Wendy came to visit Richie with a big bag of things. The lady looked at her son's pale face and suddenly her eyes became red.

She was blaming him for his faults. "I told you to be busy every day. Now you can have a day off," she teased.

"No, I don't think so," said Richie, breaking her fantasy with a simple cough.

Right after he stopped coughing, a glass of water was handed over to him. It was handed by the woman who had eaten a lot of good things. Her face was red now, no longer like a sick person.

Looking at the exchange between the two people, Wendy did not soften and teased, "My daughter-in-law is really good. You can be happy secretly every night."

Luckily, Consuela was here to take care of him. Otherwise, no one would stay here and take care of the big boy who liked to make trouble all the time.

A mild blush appeared on Consuela's face after he finished drinking the water. She sat down and began peeling the fruit. Her husband's gaze was tender as ever. In the eyes of outsiders, they were really very affectionate.

But only the people involved knew clearly that they did all this just to deceive the public.

Richie let her pretend to be intimate in front of the elders of the Ye Clan. For her, the benefits were absolutely more than disadvantages.

"Would you like an apple, mom?" she asked.

When Wendy helped her like that before, she had already developed a clear decent image in her heart. It was not difficult to call her now.

The man's eyelashes trembled a little, and his long fingers pressed against his thin lips.

He didn't know how he felt, but he didn't show any resistance.