Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 159 Photos Exposed (3)

She sat up in a hurry and the ice bag slipped from her ankle to the ground. A dash of embarrassment flashed in her eyes as she explained, "if I knew what it was, I wouldn't have seen it."

When she met his half smiling eyes, she blinked her bright eyes and said, "we have been together for so long, you don't know that I..."

"I know your appearance, but not your heart." Richie walked over to get the disc out, and lifted his eyes to glare at Consuela.

"Don't you want your ankle to recover?"

Consuela sat back on the couch and picked up the ice pack. She lowered her head, a little distracted. The man pulled out another clean one.

They didn't say anything to each other. Richie changed a new disc and read the document beside. He looked serious and a little tired.

She raised her hand in an attempt to grab the remote control on the tea table, but the man handed her a glass of hot milk, which he had brought back with an ice pack the moment he left the room.

When she saw the milk, she was still filled with gratitude. But the man took a sip first and then directly put it by his hand, ignoring her hinting eyes.

It turned out that she didn't deceive herself and she was the only one who got it.

She took it over and heard the man's calm voice. "The temperature should be just right now."

With a nod, she raised her head and took a big gulp of the milk. A bright smile spread across her face. She stole a glance at the man. Mixed emotions could be seen in her eyes.

She had been moved by this man, and she was also feared by his other irritable and nervous side. But in any way, it seemed that she was lured to fall in love with him.

She indulged herself in the man's charm.

Hiding her emotions, she held the warm milk cup and felt a little depressed for a moment.

She was walking into that man's trap step by step, like the rabbit in the fable of "waiting for the rabbit".

However, she was reluctant to do that. She was more and more helpless.

"You stared at my pants for ten minutes. Do you want to see them through?"

Consuela was still immersed in her imagination. A cold male voice brought her back to reality. She raised her head to meet the gaze of the man. She trembled with fear subconsciously.

"I'm just curious. Why are you so handsome in such ordinary suit pants? It seems that you have special effects." Consuela said with a flattering smile, licking the cream on her lips.

No one disliked flattering words. After glancing at her confusedly, he suddenly smiled and said, "You must prefer the way I take it off."

The innocent, graceful Consuela didn't know how to answer his question. She just ignored his playful gaze and fixed her eyes on the TV.

On the screen, two foreigners with golden hair and blue eyes were talking fervently and passionately. Then they started to kiss deeply. Watching that, Consuela gulped down a mouthful of milk, trying to calm down.

The man who was reading files couldn't calm down at all upon hearing her swallowing. He frowned slightly.

Now, he finally knew what it meant to be bewitched by a siren. Those stories should be true.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. Then he put down the files and turned his head to look at the woman who had disturbed him.

Consuela gently bit her lower lip, her long and thick eyelashes flapping. A touch of white was shown on her face, which was as white as paper. Thanks to her special care, her face looked better now.

Hearing his low and magnetic voice, Richie asked calmly and simply, "Is the TV interesting?"

The woman tuned down the voice of the TV because of accommodate him. At the moment, when she heard the voice, she didn't turn her head back and said, "Yes, it's quite good. Although it looks a little dragged on the play, it's true in the society..."

After what she said, Consuela began to realize that she said something flaunting.

Unexpectedly, after listening to it in silence, Richie said calmly, "do you want to go home?" This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't you need to continue your work?" Holding the remote control on her hand, Consuela paused and asked the man who had made a rash decision.

He was a man who stayed in his work everyday. It was unacceptable for him to return to his villa during his working hours.

"Okay, let's go back." After he threw a brief reply to her, he took out his cell phone and called Tim to sort out the materials in the room.

He hung up the phone and bent over to scoop Consuela up in his arms. After a brief surprise, she drew her arms around his slender neck.

When he passed her hand bag, she stopped him. When he saw that she put the bag away as if she was holding a treasure, he smiled and said, "Do you like my gift very much? If you like it, I'll buy it for you every day."

Hearing his words, Consuela realized that he had misunderstood her. But it was true that he chose the bag for her.

The simple black and white style matched with her. It seemed that they were a perfect match.

She had only thought that the clothes in the closet and the other furniture like the samples of a fashion competition were all bought according to the magazine by Nancy.

"Yes, I like it very much. But I don't need you to buy it." Afraid of being misunderstood, she added, "There are already enough in the villa."

Even if she wore a dress a day without the same pattern, she would not be able to wear it out in half a year.

"The things that my wife wears should be on the front line of the fashion market, not that off-season discount goods from the market."

"Mr. Richie, you seem to be showing off." Consuela rolled her eyes at him.

Just now, she agreed with him, just in order to distract him from the bag. The things in her bag really made her feel guilty.

And she had a strong sixth sense that she couldn't show this photo to Richie or something would happen between them.

Anyway, she didn't have the energy to gamble.

All she wanted was to live a peaceful life with him, which would be best without those who had ever been involved.

Of course, if so, when Angie came back, she should be able to slow down the pains she had been increasing.

Therefore, when she lost a man, or faced any kind of future, she shouldn't flinch or do anything.

If he had to choose between her and Angie, what would he say?

"Richie..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."