Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 29 Being Forced To Resign And Await Delivery (3)

"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.

When he went upstairs with a bowl of egg noodles in his hand, Consuela leaned against the headboard of the bed, sleeping. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked serene.

It was the first time he cooked after many years, but he met someone who wouldn’t praise him. Strangely, he was not very unhappy.

Richie heaved a long sigh and tried to comfort himself. Would she cry to thank him?

He raised his head to look at her carefully. He had sighed more often after staying with her for a long time.

Consuela wasn't a good-looking woman. She had chubby cheeks. The corners of her lips were a little nice, and her eyes were a bit curled up like crescent moons.

Whether she smiled or not was very pleasant.

He put down his bowl and approached her as quietly as he could. When he got close to her, he saw the tears on her face.

When he reached out to help her wipe her tears, he only felt that his body and mind were separated. When he realized what he had don, he didn't really dislike it..

And why was he not averse to such a thing?

He pursed his lips and continued to follow his body's reaction to wipe her tears gently. When his hand touched her smooth and delicate skin, the warm touch extended into his heart.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Consuela grumbled in a low voice. She couldn't sleep well, but she didn't push his hand away.

He didn't leave the room until Consuela suddenly reclined on the bed with her head askew.

He thought he must be crazy, as well as the woman.

After sleeping for half an hour, Consuela's eyes were red and swollen. Since the curtains were drawn, she could only see the dim yellow light coming out through the window.

When she got used to the cold weather for a while, she could see it again. She turned her head slightly and saw the egg noodles on the bedside table. She touched the edge of the bowl. It was cold already.

There were two eggs and some lettuce in the bowl. The temperature was suitable, but not high enough.

She sniffed, lowered her head and began eating, completely ignoring the so-called dining etiquette, as if she could vent her so-called emotions by doing this.

"Thank you," she said between her teeth.

Emily was not in the villa at all. She could see clearly who had made the noodles. But the pain that the man brought to her couldn't be ignored.

Like staying in a bitter melon water for a long time, a spoon of sugar could only be stirred in it, making it have a slight reaction.

After the meal, she went downstairs with the bowl in her hand. She saw Richie in the living room in front of him was a laptop, wearing a Bluetooth headset. The sunshine shone in from the window and sprinkled on his body, just like a beautiful man in a painting.

In the kitchen, Consuela put down the bowl, took a few deep breaths and then walked up to the man. As soon as Richie noticed her, he also put down his Bluetooth headset.

Seeing Consuela's nervous look, Richie couldn't help laughing. The corners of his mouth were just lifted a little, but he soon suppressed it. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked," What's the matter?"

The way he asked her frankly made her a little stunned. After coming to herself, she frowned and began to organize her words in the bottom of her heart. "I want to go back to work. I hope you can agree."

With one of his eyebrows raised, Richie looked up and down at her face, and did not see any other expression on her clean face, asked in a relaxed tone

"Nothing else?" He coughed, turned off the laptop and asked reasonably.

Consuela was a little taken aback by his sudden question. She mumbled, "Okay, that's it." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Okay."