Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 134 Dealing With The Rival In Love (2)

The elders sitting at the table didn't say anything but smiled happily for the good show. Ronald nodded and announced the start of the dinner.

Consuela lowered her head to eat again, but Richie grabbed her hand under the table, his eyes red. The corners of her mouth twitched, but she didn't say anything.

After dinner, they were left in the house. Richie's room was spacious and clean on the third floor, and the wallpapers were all cold white.

The furniture was poor. A big bed was placed in the middle, and a bookshelf was placed next to the bed. The bookshelf was filled with many titles, including titles and English books.

Consuela raised her head to scrutinize the young man's face carefully before she draw a conclusion. "You are really a genius. Many people would be jealous of you, but it's a pity that your childhood was so dark."

Richie lowered his eyes to look at Consuela, who was examining the trophies. "I just did my efforts when you were having fun," he said coldly.

Consuela curled her lips silently.

At a teenage age, she could only play the piano. She barely passed Grade 8 in the University. Her IQ was average, which was not outstanding.

But in front of the man who had a good family and handsome appearance, but worked harder than her, she was really humble to the dust.

He walked to the wardrobe and began to pack up his bathing clothes.

Before he had lived in the Ye's house with Consuela, sometimes he would stay in there at night. So there was never a shortage of clothes there.

But Consuela didn't.

She looked at the silent man and suddenly reacted. She frowned and asked, "what will I wear today?"

With a slight smile, he took out a white shirt from the wardrobe. With a low-key logo in the bottom, he took the shirt and showed it to the woman walking towards him.

He teased, "You can wear my shirt as your dress. Why are you so worried that you don't have any clothes to wear?"

Looking at the crazy and restless face of the young man, Consuela couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows. Some love stories about young men's lives came to her mind all of a sudden, which made her become more curious about the matter.

The weather had not yet turned warm. She was already going to be plump. She was really... It was hard to say.

"You're getting more and more annoying."

"It's funny." The man took back his tease and went straight to the bathroom.

He hadn't given a solution to the problem yet. However, his mother had arranged for someone to bring clothes to her in the end.

As the night was not yet dark, the two people who had been cleaned took a walk in the backyard of their house. The workaholic man had no longer been working again.

Perhaps he just wanted to make a show of himself in front of the elders.

Every time he said something like love confession to her, she just couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure what she should say. She felt like she was wrapping on a durian.

Although it was sweet outside, it smelt stinky.

In her mind, a man like Richie would never fall in love with any other woman sincerely, except for Angie, who made him drunk at night.

One day after work, when Richie came back to the villa, the woman, who had promised not to wait, fell asleep on the sofa again. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

The man's eyes swept around the table, and there was nothing on it. He was somewhat dumbfounded.

Hearing the footsteps, Consuela raised her head and smelt the familiar perfume. She grinned and said, "you can cook today."

Who had to cook when he came back from his work?

Hearing her unreasonable request, Richie had to agree with her with a smile and loosened his collar.

Squatting down, he looked at Consuela too. The smile on his face had not yet reached the bottom of his eyes. His voice rose slightly with a breathtaking temptation. "Do you give me some reward?" he asked.

In a daze, Consuela didn't think too much. She kissed the man on his nose and patted him on the shoulder dotingly. "Good boy. Go now."

The man was amused. He stood up and covered the woman with his coat. Then he went to the kitchen, and heard the woman's request behind him.

"A hearty meal!"

'what's wrong with the girl? She must be insane! A full table of delicacies!'.

He was just good at cooking noodles with a little ingredients and two eggs. The rest was a foreign food with a strong taste. He didn't know much about Chinese food, but he could still make a little.

After dealing with some affairs, Nancy went into the kitchen. She looked at the man in astonishment, and gently called out as if she couldn't believe, "Mr. Richie, do you come to the wrong place?"

Richie turned to the woman and said, "Nancy, you can leave now."

Keeping her doubts and anxieties under control, Nancy nodded her head and then quickly walked away. She felt it incredible.

But on second thought, Mrs. Richie asked her to rest. She happened to be busy at that time, so she left for a while. She thought that even if she had a rest, she could not really let himself cook alone.

When she came back from work, she was surprised to see that young master, who hadn't been in the kitchen for many years, was cooking alone.

She thought that she had to tell the good news to Mrs. Ye in full, in order to make her happy.

The man in the kitchen, on the other hand, frowned at the foods in the fridge, looking a little troubled.

He wondered whether Consuela would make a full bowl of noodles with all the food in the fridge.

When he was thinking whether there was a need to do this, the woman in the coat half opened her eyes and walked towards him. The step was not steady and looked frightening.

She stood at the door, squinting her eyes. A smile appeared on her face, "Just cook a bowl of noodles. Your noodles are delicious."

With a smile, he carried the young man to the living room and sat down in a chair. "Wait for me here. The dinner will be ready in a minute," he said in a gentle voice.

The woman looked up at the evildoer in front of her and sighed in her heart. She gently raised her lips and warned, "Slow down. The noodles will not be delicious, if they are not cooked thoroughly."

His words broke the warm atmosphere. The corners of his mouth twitched. He just wanted to punch her now.

When the noodles were ready, the man came over and served her two fried golden poached eggs, as well as some beef and lettuce embellishment. The whole dish looked quite delicious.

Swallowed her saliva, Consuela suddenly recalled the scene when she and Richie had the same bowl of noodles last time. She was too anxious and embarrassed at that time.

The man looked down at her with sharp eyes, and he comforted her, "Don't worry. No one will ask you to share."

After wiping his hands, Richie went back to the kitchen with the same bowl of noodles in his hands. They sat at the table and began to eat noodles in a tacit manner.

Soon, he finished his noodles. Then he wiped his mouth clean and he took the newspaper on the table to read. His gesture was like an elegant gesture, and his long eyelashes cast a large shadow over his eyes.

Seeing the woman opposite him eating slowly, he felt relieved.