Stuck In His Heart

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?

not simple.

atoning for what they had done. He wanted to treat them

mysterious woman was in

table, looking

directly jumped over to him and sat down, he gritted

him no good to oppose Richie.

away, everyone at the table began to use all their skills to fawn on

keep talking, the dishes are getting cold. I'm here to

they couldn't hold their

of the city last

you interested in the

"……"

about many things, and all the voices were mixed together, as if they were sitting

the main chair pinched the middle of his eyebrows and

but it was like a clear stream, washed away the dust. The people in the box were silent and looked at each

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

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.

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.

eating smoothly and elegantly. Occasionally, he would hear someone

one knew what she was doing now. She

thought of Consuela, Richie would feel anxious

the corner of his mouth,

and distant. But now, he was polite.

thought of the mysterious woman