Novel Name : Stuck In His Heart

Stuck In His Heart Chapter 103 Let's Go To Bed (Part two)

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His helpless voice was like a sharp knife, piercing through her heart. She closed her eyes, trying not to

think about anything else anymore. When she was about to force herself to sleep, a pair of long legs

suddenly stretched out from the quilt.

A gust of mint fragrance and a touch of tobacco wafted over her nostrils. She frowned and was about to

push him away, but the robber kind man opened his mouth first, "If you keep moving, I don't mind doing

a vigorous exercise to you."

His words successfully stopped her. She angrily reprimanded, "you're shameless."

"I'm not only shameless," answered Richie quietly.

His self-knowledge was so powerful that she couldn't find anyone to match him.

Not knowing how long it had passed, the man removed the long legs that were holding her legs. When

she was about to turn over, he suddenly got into her quilt.

Richie said in a low and hoarse voice. His usual stateliness was completely gone, and he held

Consuela in his arms, like a child. "I can't sleep without you in my arms."

He almost didn't sleep last night. He dealt with work in the first half of the night and had video

conference in the second half of the night. He thought about taking a nap, but he didn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, he found that he seemed to have become accustomed to sleeping with her in his arms.

Without her, his insomnia would become worse.

He was not sure whether it was a good habit or not.

Consuela was pissed off by his weak voice. She rolled over and slid into the man's arms, patting him

gently on the back.

Obviously, he wanted to comfort her, but somehow, he fell asleep.

Perhaps this woman really had some magic power that no one could explore.

When they woke up, it was already in the evening and the weather in spring was getting warmer. There

was a deck chair placed on the balcony by Consuela.

The position she used to enjoy was now filled the man with a cup of coffee in his hand, and he could do

whatever he wanted with an iPad.

She returned to her bed and took out her phone. She received several messages from Debbie.

As soon as the Internet was connected, overwhelming news poured in, mostly about what happened

this morning, and the pictures of Harry taken by entertainment reporters.

He was so drunk that he became unconscious. There was a woman by his side. She recognized that

the woman was her sister.

It was generally believed that a rumor maker would not drink at all, unless all those were true things,

and he couldn't destroy the evidence.

As soon as this picture was published, it was considered that Harry had completely installed the

scandal. She was just surprised. This was not Harry she had known.

The man, who was always optimistic and willing to help others, was now in such a dirty place in private.

Some netizens even joked that the woman he was sleeping with might be older than them.

"Ding Dong..." A message alert rang.

She came to her senses and clicked on the text. It was a text message from Debbie. In the picture,

there was a couple, Harry and Sheryl, with a powerful background known to all the rich people in L City.

"Oh my God! I was just there to negotiate a cooperation with a man, and when I saw that, I felt like

another idol had died in my heart."

Debbie was too excited, and typed quickly. "You know what, this is my fifth prince charming. The first

three men were drug abuse and prostitution, and the boss was married. Now the last one is in trouble."

"It's awesome to be your idol," said Consuela.

After they two had a great amount of talking, Consuela put her hair in a bun and made her way to the

man sitting on the balcony. She leaned against the door and looked at him seriously.

His distinguished black and white eyes looked unblinkingly, as if he were stunned.

"The meeting is over," said Richie

After saying that, he turned off the computer in a hurry. Seeing that woman take a sip of the coffee in

her hand, he said in an indifferent tone, "what do you want to ask me?"

Consuela raised her hand to touch her face, feeling confused. Even if she pretended to be an

anthomaniac, she still had her confused look on her face.

She didn't know whether she should bring it up now, but she couldn't pretend to be ignorant anymore.

She coughed and asked, "About the person in the news this morning, what kind of intersection did you

have? What... Well, made you dislike him? "

The man looked at her with a faint smile and put the coffee back on the table. A moderate sound made

her realize that this topic was a restricted area.

Fortunately, the man didn't do anything to her. He tidied up his wrinkled clothes and stood up. "Go

downstairs to have supper."

And he went to the wardrobe to take clothes to take a shower. Obviously, he wanted to send her away.

Unconvinced, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows. Before she could say anything else, the man who was

opening the wardrobe turned around and asked with a smile, "you want to take a bath with me?"

Consuela became more embarrassed. She gave him a smile as if nothing had happened, and then left

the bedroom quickly. As she closed the door, she heard the man's unbridled mockery.

Recently, Richie was very busy with his work. He wished the day could last forty two hours a day. The

recently opened entertainment company needed a lot of fresh blood.

His cousin was used by other entertainment company's actress and made a moderate hype. Now, the

public relations department wanted him to cooperate, so they ignored the arrangement directly.

Such a big star. He really wanted to cram him into the toilet for a good education.

And those who expected the company could go up in the future and get a greater dividend also put

pressure on him step by step.

But no matter how busy he was, he would always return to the villa. It was not comfortable there, but

he felt a little excited about a woman's waiting.

"You have money to buy cruise ships for your little wife but have no money to invest in enterprises?"

Consuela heard what the man said with a mysterious smile as she walked into the study with the

coffee.

The man stood in front of the French window, looking at her with warm eyes. But when he heard the

response from the other side of the phone, his voice was even colder.

"If you really want so much profit, how about I send you abroad to a charity? I will promise you

whatever you say then."

After placing the coffee on the table, she left the room. The man was talking on the phone with a

Bluetooth headset, so she couldn't hear his reply.

She could only see that the man was getting more and more gloomy, and she thought the charity must

not be a good place.

Otherwise, she would not feel that this person's expression of sending people to the charity was as

gloomy as that of sending people to die.

Consuela stepped out of the study and took a deep breath. She was helpless because she could not

solve the problems of Harry's affairs. And it even seemed to worsen.

She called her sister, but her sister just refused to say anything.

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