Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 94 Reconcile (Part two)

When Consuela woke up, she found that it was much darker than before. When she raised her hand, she was surprised to see a pink cuff on her sleeve. Immediately, she was no longer sleepy.

She reached out to turn on the light, only to find herself in a silk pink nightdress.

She bought it when she went shopping with Sheryl.

Usually, Emily and Nancy would not go to the second floor rashly. There was only one person who could help her change clothes.

At the thought of the man helping her change clothes, her face turned red as if a boiled shrimp.

'what a bastard!'.

Pinching the fat on her waist, she sighed. What was the charm of such a curvy figure? Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The man in the kitchen was cooking, wearing a simple white gown without an apron. He seemed to be in a good mood.

Her face was as red as an apple. She walked down the stairs in a hurry as she was about to get to the kitchen. But her husband was so focused on his work that he didn't notice her.

The man was busy cooking in the kitchen. The noodles were made by himself.

She stepped into the dining room. Because of the point of view, she could just see Richie was busy with his work from the transparent small window of the kitchen.

She rested her chin on one hand, and her eyes followed the man's every movement. No matter from which point of view, the man seems to be the most handsome.

He had broad shoulders, slim waist and bottom, black short hair, black eyes and fair skin.

He did match his appearance.

"Babe, that's your father. He's a perfect man." Consuela said in a low voice as she started fetal education.

The child was only four months old, and it did not give her any reaction.

Consuela wasn't disappointed. She looked at the man intently, a smile resting on her lips.

This man pushed her to the point of perdition, and his temper was so bad. But it was the way of love, which came all of a sudden.

She also knew clearly that this was not a good sign. It could be controlled easily. That could not be called love.

When Richie found her, she was sitting in the dining room. A smile appeared on his face. Obviously, he was in a better mood than before.

Did she peep at him in this way just to fall in love with him?

As she turned around, she happened to meet the man's cold eyes. The man had no time to withdraw his gaze. He looked very calm as if he didn't know what was going on. She scratched her head awkwardly.

She had to mouthed, "an accident."

It was just a beautiful accident.

Richie withdrew his gaze and looked down at the pot. His attitude was impenetrable.

The woman blinked and looked at him, with a touch of loss in her eyes. What was she dreaming about?

At the same time, Richie came out with a bowl of noodles, on which placed eggs and lettuce. The noodles looked so smooth that it looked like a commercial photo.

"Where did you learn it? It looks great." With her eyes green, Consuela immediately flatter him.

With a straight face, Richie explained, "When I was studying abroad, I cooked by myself. At that time, I learnt a little."

It was embarrassing to talk about studying abroad. Now that she still remembered the story that Cassie told her, she didn't want to talk about it anymore and changed the subject.

She really didn't want this man to be as crazy as last time.

Under the glaze lamp, half of his face was in the light, and half in the darkness. He gently bit his thin lips and asked, "do you want to have a taste?"

No one responded to him. He looked up and saw that woman frowning. She seemed to think of something unhappy, her expression changing constantly.

He tapped on the edge of the bowl, but failed to take her mind back. He frowned and wondered what she was thinking about.

"Since you are not hungry, I will eat first." The man looked at her and decided to make fun of her.

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head, about to the noodles. Taken aback by this accident, Consuela snatched the chopsticks and put the noodles into her mouth.

Richie was so fickle. Why didn't he wait for her a little longer?

Her gaze became extremely frightening in an instant. Because the noodles in her mouth had just been out of the pot, it was so hot that she felt very uncomfortable. She wanted to spit it out, but when she looked at the man's playful eyes, she was unwilling to open her mouth.

She swallowed the noodles with tears. It was so hot that her mouth was numb. She could not find out whether the noodles were delicious or not.

The man naturally stood up and went to pour a glass of water for her. His eyes were somewhat blame. "Do you really think that I have to fight for a bowl of noodles with you?"

After drinking some water, Consuela felt a little better. She shook her head as if she was in the wrong. After that, that aftereffect of pain flooded into her head again, which made her feel great pain.

However, the man still stood in front of her and asked, "are you feeling bad?"

She nodded resignedly, tears welling up in her eyes.

The man, who didn't know how to have a tender heart for a woman, nodded his head to show that he knew it. Then he pulled a chair and sat down, "I'll wait until you feel better. Have more noodles. Let me bear this pain now."

Consuela widened her eyes in disbelief as she watched the man enjoying the noodles. He was such a shameless man.

Today, I have learned a lot.

After she took a mouthful of water, she also picked up the chopsticks on the table to join, glaring at the man who was sniffing quickly, as if competing with him.

The man teased, "slow down, or you'll get yourself burned. It's making my heart ache."

'Care about me? I didn't even see the distressed look on his face.'

The noodles were very delicious. Consuela didn't look like a lady at all, as if she were a bandit. She just enjoyed the delicious food very much.

The noodles were specially made for two people. When they finished, they were full.

There was still a fried egg in the bowl. The man didn't take his chopsticks anymore to scramble for it. Surprised, Consuela raised her head to see that the man was also looking at her.

He looked at her so intently that she was scared and had a blackout.

"Why are you looking at me?" Raising her hand to touch her face uneasily, she asked in a low voice.

Richie put down his chopsticks and said lightly, "nothing. You can eat."

Surprised, Consuela raised her head again. Her eyes were full of disbelief. As expected, he began to be schizophrenic again.

However, she ran into the man's deep and dark eyes, and he laughed suddenly. The dark area seemed to be lit up like a sparkling star, which almost blind her eyes.

Amused by Richie's reaction, Consuela giggled. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. The aura in the air instantly filled with sparks.