Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 158 Photos Exposed (2)

Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder. No matter how ugly she looked, she wouldn't make her lover feel disgusted.

Consuela intended to wait for him to say something, but right then, he gave her a heavy slap on her leg. As she lowered her head, she saw the man's beautiful eyes which sparkled with luster.

"Don't ever curse yourself like that again. If it is realized one day, then it's no use crying and shouting."

Looking at the man's straight face, Consuela nodded in agreement. However, the man smiled again.

Just like the lotus in April in the spring, attracted everyone's attention.

"Do you know?"

"Okay." Consuela coughed, trying to hide the blush on her face. She turned her head, avoiding eye contact with the man.

She didn't come to her senses until a while later. Wasn't this man cursing her!

What was wrong with her? Why would she be moved by his words?

After settling her in, he turned on TV and had several magazines and some food delivered. Then he went downstairs to start the unfinished business.

When they just opened the door of the box, the people inside started bragging. They immediately sat upright and rushed to the door.

Although they were embarrassed in the middle of the party, they had to swallow his anger, because he was so superior to them.

The next second, a smart man rose to her feet and left the table. She asked smilingly, "how's your wife doing now? We are all very worried about her."

Well, his wife. The famous golden bachelor in L City had got married in secret?

It was not simple.

Not long ago, he left because of that woman, and brought them down to a low profile as if they were atoning for what they had done. He wanted to treat them a meal as a compensation. Not long after they sat down on the sofa, the man left again because of his wife.

It was imaginable how important that mysterious woman was in the heart of Richie.

"It's okay, thank you." He walked to the table, looking cunning and defensively like an old fox.

"Haha! Thank God!" That person laughed in embarrassment. Looking at the person who directly jumped over to him and sat down, he gritted his teeth. But in the end, he still held back his anger.

Obviously, it would do him no good to oppose Richie.

After the cigarettes were put away, everyone at the table began to use all their skills to fawn on the man with great purposes.

Richie listened quietly, raised his hand and said, "if we keep talking, the dishes are getting cold. I'm here to make an apology."

After a short while, they started to eat as they couldn't hold their tongue. They were afraid that they would lose to the others.

"Mr. Richie, we have discussed about the land in the north of the city last time. Would you like to take a look?"

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"……"

They were talking about many things, and all the voices were mixed together, as if they were sitting in a market.

Even a man with strong will had a bad temper. The man sitting on the main chair pinched the middle of his eyebrows and said, "If you continue to quarrel like this, this meal is of no use."

His voice was not loud, but it was like a clear stream, washed away the dust. The people in the box were silent and looked at each other. They looked at each other and couldn't make up their minds.

If they couldn't get a deal, how could they make a deal? But in this case, could they still make a deal?

While people at the table were exchanging eye contact, the middle-aged man, who first got up to welcome Richie started to talk. After easing the atmosphere, he began to talk slowly.

Richie was absent-minded the whole time, and made everyone quiet. He did it only because he was upset. He really didn't want to listen to other people's thoughts.

He was eating smoothly and elegantly. Occasionally, he would hear someone talking, nodding but not responding.

As for Consuela, no one knew what she was doing now. She just sat there quietly as if nothing had happened.

At the thought of Consuela, Richie would feel anxious and happy.

Before Richie could react to the smile that he had lifted from the corner of his mouth, all the people who had been observing him at the table were all stunned.

He used to be cold and distant. But now, he was polite. What was this supposed to mean?

With more thought, they thought of the mysterious woman who seemed to be protected by him.

Richie raised his hand, put some food in his plate, and said, "don't mind me. You continue."

They answered calmly. They all knew that they had to get help from his wife if they wanted to go through some back door.

They weren't very sure of it, but there was at least half of it.

It was just very curious about the woman who made the cold faced Yama look human.

In the luxury room on the top floor, Consuela sneezed again. She raised her hand and rubbed her nose impatiently.

She looked down at the ice pack on her ankle, and her face softened. Her heart, was captured by such a small favor.

The LCD TV screen was loading the disc she just found next to the DV, on which was written the word "fine". It should be more interesting than some youth idol drama.

When she turned her head, she suddenly saw her handbag. It was carefully hung by someone nearby. Her bright eyes suddenly dimmed.

Sure enough, she would still feel guilty.

Richie had a past, which had belonged to his life experience. Was it because she paid too much attention to these things?

Just then, an unquestionable voice came from the TV. Startled, Consuela turned her head around and stared at the video. The heavy scent from the video shocked her.

"Ha ha, you are so funny. While I leave, you are watching children's inappropriate love action movie here alone." A man's voice with contempt came behind her, and she was completely shocked.

Consuela explained, wriggling her lips. She had a feeling that the name on the menu would be... She didn't know how to describe what would happen.

And this time she really did something wrong. The room was decorated in such an elegant way, how pure and innocent could the DVD be placed on it?

As he approached her, she said with a smile, "you should trust me. I'm not a bad woman."

"Really?" He dropped his doubt and continued, "we can do it."