Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 39 Muddleheaded Life (1)

The more she read, the more complaints she made.

"A donation can make him a good person? It's really... One hundred million. It's no big deal to have money. " She looked at the price tag and suddenly choked as she was complaining.

In her eyes, Richie had become the spokesperson of niggards. Suddenly, she saw him generosity like a hero. Obviously she didn't believe it, but considered it as a conspiracy.

Consuela was taken aback by his behavior. She couldn't believe that he would be so generous to donate such a large amount of money. If he really did so, then she would have forgiven him for what she had been forced to do.

But he didn't. Instead, he took revenge with all his strength.

He was even more miserly than a woman.

As she pondered over it, she kept scrolling through it. She didn't stop until she saw the P picture posted by the netizens named "Xiaoxi 666".

The phone in her hand suddenly dropped to the ground. The domestic machine was not easy to break, so the screen was still bright. That man's face in the screen faced towards her.

In the photo, Richie was wearing a formal handmade suit, looking like a business elite. His eyes narrowed, as if they were looking at each other.

She felt so terrified that she couldn't help but step back. She moved the quilt and fell down on the bed.

Right then, Consuela's phone rang, reminding her of the new message. Staring at the ceiling with widened eyes, Consuela's mind was in a turmoil.

Who would send her a message now?

She picked up the mobile phone from the floor, unlocked the simple screen lock, and directly saw the small message window. It was from the powerful "devil", Richie.

With a lingering fear, Consuela clicked on the message. It was simple and concise as if she had just thought of it and typed it out impatiently.

'Just stay in the villa. You don't need to do anything. If you need anything, just call Nancy and Emily.'

Staring at the message on the screen, she poked the screen with her finger. She thought that he was trying to dismiss her as a disabled person.

Although he had gone too far, he was endowed with the ability to do so.

The more she thought about it, the more distressed she felt. She knew that the age gap between them was not very big, but he had many powerful pursuers.

On the contrary, she was not only powerless, but also just had a pursuer who sent several love letters during her school period.

And the person she loved all the time was.... Forget it.

She got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. She found a bottle of yogurt with red dates. It seemed that the fridge was filled with the yogurt since she appeared.

"Mrs. Consuela, do you want to take a walk in the garden?" Emily came back and saw her standing in front of the fridge in a daze and thought she was bored.

But she did feel bored.

With a smile, Consuela turned her head and said, "No, thanks. I'll go upstairs and read books."

It was a full set of books of women's pregnancy and health care brought to her by that bastard Richie last time. They were all limited editions of golden. The rich people were so crazy about these books.

She walked back and forth in the villa, and she thought it was meaningless to walk in this area where surveillance cameras could be found.

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"If you are tired, can I call a masseuse?"

For this obedient girl, Emily always took special care of her.

Overwhelmed by an unexpected favor, Consuela repeatedly thanked her and then turned her down.

She was too embarrassed to enjoy this kind of treatment. Besides, it could give Richie the sight of her body.

She bit the straw hard and went upstairs. Her back was filled with deep resentment. Her accumulated dissatisfaction broke out silently, but there was no way to vent it.

Ever since she met with Richie, she always lost her self-control. Just like what she had seen in the TV drama, she broke out the great power of wildness.

There was a beautiful flower on the balcony, and the cactus she asked for was strange and harmonious.

The book on her face was stirred by the wind. She frowned and flipped over on the deck chair. The book finally fell on the floor. She woke up.

Consuela opened her eyes. The sun was setting at the end of the mountain, accompanied by the last sunset glow.

She patted her chaotic head. It was getting late and she had stayed in nothing for a day.

Although she was not suppressed by the work, she still felt a little uncomfortable, this pathetic slave.

Sighing at her bad temper, Consuela put down her book and walked into her bedroom. The clock on the wall was ticking.

Half past five, it was time to cook dinner.

The last time she tried to cook noodles, but she made the kitchen feel like a scene, which had almost become a thorn in her flesh.

She came to the kitchen and washed the onion. Nancy hurried to come in. She must have heard of what she had done, and looked worried about her.

Nancy drove her away in a polite manner. She also neatly turned off the water and took the onion from her hands. "Mrs. Consuela, let me do these things. Plea go outside to have a rest first."

Obviously, she was unwilling to let her do it, but her attitude could be considered respectful.

Consuela wasn't afraid of the old maid at all. She replied politely, "Nancy, don't worry. I've learned cooking before, and I am not bad."

She had attended a few lessons in the gourmet class. But after that, she had a conflict with her studies, so she had never been to the gourmet class again. But she had learned a lot about home cooking.

She was praised by the coach many times, which made her feel like walking on air for a long time.

Nancy kept silent for a while after she put down the onion. Mr. Richie had given the order not let Mrs. Consuela into the kitchen. She just did it.

"Mrs. Consuela, there is a heavy smell of cooking in the kitchen and the cooking smoke is not good for the health of pregnant women. You'd better let me cook for you."

While saying that, Nancy walked towards the table where the main meal was, using her action to express her stand.

Biting her lower lip, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. She wondered what kind of a person she was, and why she had such a gentle and caring husband. Was it because she had done so many immoral things in the past?

But she couldn't give up. Before the baby was born, she needed to get a good image before she had to accept that man's punishment.

It was difficult to get rid of the image he had known. But if she didn't have a try, she would regret it for a lifetime.

"Nancy, you can rest assured. I guarantee that neither my child nor I will be hurt. Let me cook today. You just have a break, okay?" Consuela said obediently, showing two dimples on her cheeks.

Nancy compressed her lips into a bitter smile. She couldn't offend either Mr. Richie or Mrs. Consuela. It was the hardest choice to choose to stand between them.

"Mrs. Consuela, please don't make things difficult for our servants. If Mr. Richie sees that, no one can bear the responsibility."

Since she had said such words, it would be unreasonable to insist. So Consuela had to soften her tone and said, "Nancy, see how nice Richie is to me. He doesn't allow me to do anything."

Well, what a nice man!