Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 169 Photos Exposed (13)

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

"Who gave you the gut? Are you trying to disabled?" Said Richie in a cold tone as he looked up.

"What an imperious man!" 'You can do that. Why can't I?' It was true that only the magistrate were free to burn down house, but the common people were not allowed to light lamps.

The man put on a false smile and said, "you'll know it's a kind of praise when you're arrogant."

It was just like being scolded by others, "You're great if you have money?" This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"……" As the man picked up the knife and fork on the table, Consuela quickly withdrew her hand.

After breakfast, he didn't go to the company. He went to the hospital with Consuela, who had to get checked up recently.

It seemed that Cassie was the one who received them as usual as if she was the one who possessed the best resources. She hadn't changed a lot since she didn't meet them for a long time, but she looked a little depressed.

Cassie led them to her exclusive floor, couldn't help yawning and saying, "recently, there have been a lot of high-ranking patients in the hospital, and I'm so busy that I can't even close my legs."

"I remember that your work is not to open your legs." Reminded Richie.

After the conversation between them last time, she couldn't help but mock, "Tut, it's just an exaggerated metaphor. Don't take it to heart."

Seeing the man raising his eyebrows and the secretly flowing expression in his eyes, she quickly abandoned the inexplicable backbone.

"Consuela, listen to me. I'll fall asleep as soon as I touch the pillow. I'll introduce a new disciple to you and let her check on you."

Looking at the tiredness on her face, Consuela said, "no problem. You can have a rest now."

"You can't just starve." Cassie shook her head and smiled.

The three walked out of the elevator in succession. The place they had prepared was ready, and they were waiting for Consuela to come over and check it directly. So it took a while to finish the work.

But the result came out soon, most of the physical indexes were normal, and they were just a little lower in blood pressure. So, Consuela needed to be nursed back to health.

When she finally heard the words, Consuela could feel his gaze on her. He must be glaring at her to blame her.

He rebuked her that she thought he was playing a trick on her when he asked Emily to prepare the blood enriching food on the table.

At the moment, he had nothing to say.

Cassie watched the interaction between the two people and she was jealous, but she clearly knew what was behind this scene.

Suddenly, she felt sorry for Consuela.

Fortunately, Consuela didn't know Richie since she was a child. Otherwise, just like her and Tim, it would be a lot of trouble for them every day.

During the examination, she also conducted a color ultrasound examination for the child. The child was about six months old, and its appearance could be seen clearly.

In the picture printed on the computer, Consuela saw the boy curling up his body, his eyes closed and his thumb up.

"Who do you think the child resembles?" On their way back, Consuela asked the man sitting next to her with an attentive look.

Then she heard the man use his venomous tongue again. "As long as it's not like you, everything is okay."

With her eyes widened in shock, Consuela asked with a fake smile, "what if it let you down and disappoint you? What to do if it is like me?"

The man who kept calm from beginning to end frowned when he thought of answering her question. "Then there's nothing I can do. I'll just dote on him as much as I can."