Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 164 Photos Exposed (8)

Even though Richie's words sounded like a reasonable explanation to Consuela, she still felt that it was not the right time for her to continue eating. Determined to get rid of her physical resistance, she continued enjoying her dinner peacefully.

She pushed the bowl away and said in an unfriendly tone, "it doesn't matter if I don't have dinner. I'll go upstairs first. Take your time."

As soon as she left the chair, she was frightened by the man's reproach. She sat back on the chair.

"Shut up and sit down." Richie looked at her with a frown. He stood up and personally changed the dishes in front of her.

If Consuela didn't understand that it was his small favor, she would have been deceived by this young man.

Regardless of her own reputation, she didn't want to be unreasonable. Under his gaze, she picked up her bowl and began to eat.

The chair next to her was pulled out. The man sat down, and taught her earnestly, "You are very thin. Now you have a baby in your womb, so it's time to keep your body strong. At this time, you can't be afraid of getting fat.

When you get out of shape, I will accompany you to exercise. Don't be afraid now. Just eat as much as you want."

Could they really have waited for that? He was such a busy man.

While eating, Consuela listened carefully to the man's serious nonsense. She wanted to slap him in the face, but she didn't know where to start. In the end, she finished a meal under the man's nagging.

Hearing Richie's words which sounded like he was raising a pig, Consuela was actually a little shocked. She was afraid that she would be sold to a slaughterhouse when she was fed fat.

However, in the course of their meal, Richie insisted on distributing food for her as much food as he could. When he refilled her food, Consuela only frowned slightly and then ate it.

The less trouble the better. She didn't like to quarrel with this man so much and see this man's arrogant face.

Because of the compromise of the woman, this meal was very harmonious.

After lunch, Consuela received a call from Debbie, who was brushing her teeth. "My phone was fully charged. What's up?" she asked curiously.

"Nothing important. I just want you to do me a favor." Consuela said in a relaxed voice as she leaned against the hand rail of the balcony.

"Just say it. You don't have to get me confused. I won't do anything important, such as murder and arson." When Consuela was silence, Debbie made up a big play in her mind.

Consuela didn't buy it. "Don't worry. It's not something harmful to health," she assured her.

She just wanted Debbie to persuade the man who didn't listen to his father to go back to his father's birthday party.

As soon as Consuela said this, the person on the other side did not answer for a long time. Suddenly, she heard a violent cough, and then a burst of hurry, the tap was turned on.

It seemed that Debbie's phone was knocked to the ground in a panic. Then she shouted at the phone several times, but no one answered. She became more anxious, not knowing what to do.

Not knowing how long it had passed, after a sound of the current, there came the deadly hoarse voice of Debbie. Her voice was not as dull as before, but more gaunt and hoarse.

"Nothing serious. Don't worry. I just swallowed the saliva."

"Haha..." Upon hearing this, Consuela spat out a mouthful of warm milk. She was choked.

Hearing the strong infected squirt, the woman on the other side of the line got anxious at once. But later, she laughed happily. "What's the hurry? Or do you want to accompany me to cough?

I have received your love for me, but for the sake of the child, you'd better not." Debbie made fun of her and laughed. But then she thought of what Consuela had said on the phone just now. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.

Looking up at the man who was cleaning the mess with a clean towel in the bathroom, Debbie closed her eyes and forced herself not to think too much. Their relationship was really as pure as white paper.

It was just that others wouldn't think so.

But for Consuela's request, she would try her best, but the result might not be satisfactory. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

After hanging up the phone, Debbie threw her phone on the sofa casually, looked up and drank some water. Then she walked to the bathroom.

Leaning against the door frame, she looked up at the man who was cleaning the house with a cleaning cloth in his hand. She was whistling.

Debbie casually asked, "How long are you going to stay here? You really don't want to go home?"

Debbie's eyes were rolling and revealed her thoughts obviously. Baron stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. He frowned and pretended to be annoyed as he said, "I'm not used to staying

here and I have to cook and clean by myself."

He paused and looked down at the rag in his hand, smiling with self mockery, or compromise for something.

But he didn't have any other words to say. But Debbie knew that he was just doing that for the sake of the opening of the latter sentence.

However, she didn't want to put on a show. She only raised her eyebrows and said, "Since you live here like this, why don't you..."

Her words were directly intercepted by the man. The cold and gentle voice seemed to have a special magic, which relieved her whole body.

"I am not satisfied with this place, but for your sake, I am willing to put up with it."

The corners of her mouth twitched. "In fact, you can just fuck off," she said

But she didn't ask him to tell his real feelings!

"It's not impossible for you to stay here, but you have to promise me one thing." Looking at him, Debbie grinned, with eight teeth in her mouth. She was putting on an act.

Baron wiped the last stain carefully, cleaned the duster cloth, squeezed the hand sanitizer and washed his hands carefully.

"Well, tell me your requirement and I will meet it." His voice rose slightly at the end, as if he was hinting her with something unknown.

Debbie pretended that she didn't understand what he was talking about. She directly told him the request which Consuela had mentioned. Before she could finish, the man quickly pulled her into his

arms.

"Did anyone come to you? Debbie, don't be afraid. As long as I am here, they dare not do anything to you."

Debbie pushed away the man in front of her, raised her eyebrows and smiled contemptuously, "don't think too much, you just said you would agree. Now I just want to remind you."

After that, she yawned and was about to go back to her room. But when she turned around, she heard the man who had stopped acting after being pushed away. "Don't you care even if I am forced to get married?"

Without pausing her pace, she waved at him and said, "that's your business."

It had nothing to do with her.