Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 149 Fear Of Losing (3)

"You'll be absent-minded just by talking a few words to me. Is it because you're in love with the world, or because I'm too bored to be talked to?"

The moment she raised her head, she met the man's gaze. Holding the glass of water in her hand, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. Rolling her black and white eyes, she changed the topic again. "Which flowers do you like? I can pick them for you myself."

The smile on her face was deeply covered by the man's hand.

Her glass was taken away and she was thinking what on earth this man was going to do. Suddenly her body was lifted up.

Subconsciously, she reached out to grab the thing that was protecting her. But as soon as she touched it, her face instantly flushed red as if she had caught a kind of incurable disease. She shrank her whole body with her hands drew back to her waist. She preferred not to feel safe in the air than to face the embarrassment in the air.

The man suddenly stiffened in his arms, as if he was enduring some pain, and buried his head in the woman's shoulder, "why do I want to slap you so much?"

The two acted very weirdly at the moment. Consuela still put one of her feet on the hanging chair, trying to balance herself. And Richie bent his long leg slightly, which seemed a little funny, but after a moment, he began to get better.

He took the woman out of the chair completely and walked downstairs. His face was cold and pale. He didn't look well.

Consuela didn't dare to say one more word. She even didn't have the courage to push the man to put her down. She was sure that Richie would let her go directly as long as she said let go of her.

And he didn't care that she was pregnant and would considerately put her down.

Then he walked into the living room directly, and a servant pulled a chair out for her. Then Consuela was put on the chair.

With a sullen face, Richie pulled the chair next to her and sat down. He didn't say a word all the way along. He skillfully wiped the knife and fork with his dining cloth, made it almost to reflect the light. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Pretending not to see anything, Consuela picked up the Chinese food set on the table and started to pick up the delicious food.

Where her chopsticks went, so did Richie's. A few minutes later, the man's bowl was almost full, but her bowl was still intact white rice.

She was irritated. She turned to Richie, who was sitting next to her with a long face, and said, "You're being childish. If you want, you can grab it back."

Although it was a little embarrassing, the momentum was right.

The man who was still wondering what kind of dish she would like to eat, squinted at her and a fit of smile appeared on his lips, "I have told you to eat rice, haven't I?"

Consuela glared at the man for a couple of seconds, but the man didn't seem to tease her at all. Then she swallowed her anger and went on eating the rice.

Richie was in a trance for Consuela's quick movements. He couldn't help laughing and shaking his head. She was really a tough girl.

However, there was a baby in her womb, so she had to provide nutrition to both of them.

"Umm, I don't eat fried chicken or fish fragrance shredded pork. Why are there so many dishes that I don't like..." The man began to count the dishes in his bowl and suddenly frowned.

After uttering these words, he put the food into Consuela's bowl quickly.

The woman was a little stunned, but she accepted in silence. She would eat as much as that man gave her, as if the whole process was like a race.

Until she really couldn't eat, he picked up a few vegetables and ate a little rice, as if he was accompanying her.

It would be a lie if she said she didn't appreciate him. In fact, sometimes she thought this childish and inhuman man was very cute on certain things.

Of course, some things were super rare.

Richie didn't know what the woman was thinking about. He put down the chopsticks and looked at the woman who didn't want to move anymore. He raised his hand and pinched the woman's belly. Then the woman slapped him in the arm.

"Why do you think you can eat like this way when you are fat? Have you always thought that you are slim and not fat at all? Even if you are pregnant, you can still stay here without any movement? Don't flatter yourself. "

"……"

Hearing that, Consuela slowed down her pace. They walked along the winding trail in the garden slowly.

"You don't seem to like flowers either. How could you manage to build such a big garden and hire someone to serve it?" Looking at the beautiful flowers in the garden, Consuela asked abruptly.

Then the person paused slightly and turned his back to her, deliberately preventing her from seeing his expression at the moment. "Perhaps I got the point that I will marry a woman who loves flowers in the future."

Pursing her lips, Consuela didn't smile anymore. Just now, her daze was suddenly enlightened by the man's words. Was she the hostess who loved flowers?

She did like to do something with the garden, but she had never thought of planting any precious flowers.

The flowers that she planted were not planted according to her preferences. Only a few of them were planted by herself and loved by her.

But they didn't get the care and love from the servants.

'Who is the hostess these plants are waiting for? In fact, the answer is self-evident.'

Consuela raised her hand and patted her belly. She didn't want to say anything more. Nothing else could calm her, but at least she had to find a way out for her child.

Later, the two of them stopped talking with each other, as if they had disappeared in this topic. Consuela was not in the mood to talk, and Richie was not good at talking.

Both of them had their own thoughts, but were tied up ruthlessly by fate.

After Consuela went back to her room, she sat down on the bed. The man closely followed her and sat close to her. He looked very serious.

Consuela raised her eyelids a little and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Although she hadn't gone through too much today, she was getting more and more confused and exhausted with her guesses.

"Nothing. I just want to hear the fetal movement in the baby." Richie sat down along the light. His white face was covered with a soft light, and the deep darkness in his eyes made him have a different feeling.

As soon as he finished speaking, Consuela's belly began to move, as if the baby was expecting its father to be close to it.

Consuela let go of her hands which were leaning on her belly. She didn't look well. Clearing her throat, she said in a low voice, "It is moving a lot just now."

The man curved up a pair of slanted eyes, took away the thick blanket, lowered his head to get close to the woman's lower abdomen, and listening carefully.