Stuck In His Heart

Under the joyful eyes of the crowd who tried their best to hide, Baron walked straight to the direction of Debbie. Her steps were
as if creating special effects with strong wind.
"What do you think?"
"You're such a coquettish man. Pack it up, please," said Debbie.
Obviously, he was amused by her pretentious move. The corners of his mouth upward a little bit. But when he tried to stop
laughing, he shook his head seriously and said, "I still prefer to be low-key."
"I'd like to buy you something in return for your kindness." Debbie stared at the sunglasses and put the phone in her pocket.
As if he had succeeded in a plot, Baron smiled happily, showing eight big white teeth. "I am very happy."
What's happening now has attracted many people's attention. Afraid of being recognized, Debbie stood up and said, "If you have
anything to buy, go and change your clothes. I'll have the salesgirl pack it and take it away."
The coquettish pink clothes were just too eye-catching. The black suit he wore before was suitable for stalking.
After hearing what Debbie said, Baron picked a few more clothes without hesitation. Without trying on more, he packed them
with the pink shirt that he had just changed.
When Debbie paid, her heart was bleeding. The salesgirl was very happy. "Welcome next time."
Debbie smiled wryly, but in the bottom of her heart, she replied, "I will never come again." She raised her head to remember the
name of the store, because she wouldn't go to a flagship store in the future.
These things were too expensive. Even if her salary was so high, she couldn't afford to spend them like this.
"Did you drive?" Out of the shopping mall, Debbie turned to look at Baron and asked.
They walked in the stairs passageway with few people, and the wind was whistling, coming closer and closer. Her hair was
disheveled by the wind, but the man raised his hand and ruffled her hair casually.
No one answered her for a long time. As soon as she looked up, she saw the pursed lips of Baron. She had already seen him
before, so she could guess how he felt from his eyes without seeing him.

She kicked the man's trouser leg with her shoe toes, and asked impatiently, "I'm asking you. What are you thinking?"
"Yes. I drove here. Where is your friend?" In order to cover up his distraction, Baron answered quickly and easily shifted the
topic.
Almost reaching the parking lot, the man came to ask. Wasn't it too late? The corner of her mouth twitched. Debbie then
explained, "It seems that you have a heavy workload today. How can you have time to stalk me?"
The man smiled without any embarrassment. "I just come here to buy some clothes for myself when I have time."
And he even raised his hand to show her the spoils.
Debbie shrugged her shoulders to show her helplessness. She had always worn the clothes of famous and expensive brands,
which were provided by the advertising company.
He didn't need to buy anything himself. Besides, he had been looking at her and Consuela for a long time. She was afraid that
she might be mistaken and had been observing in the mirror for a long time.
He knew that it was time to think it over, or he didn't know how to smooth things over.
At the parking lot, Baron stopped in front of a low-key black Benz. With a lot of things in his hands, he did not want to put them
down.
When the woman walked in, he smiled and said, "Take the key for me."
Wearing a pair of sunglasses, he was so mischievous that no one could tell what he was thinking at the moment. Without any
hesitation, Debbie reached out her hand to take out the key from the pocket of Baron's shirt, but she only touched a metal
colored phone.
When she was about to explore more deeply, the man's voice suddenly appeared above her head, "It's in the left pocket of my
pants."
"Can you stop acting like an estrous cat, which makes me sick?" She shivered and took out the key.
"I will be careful," Baron said in a soft tone.
He was wearing loose, soft black trousers. When she was taking out the keys, she inevitably touched his warm thighs.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" She raised her hand and took off the man's sunglasses in the empty parking lot. Then she
looked him straight in the dark eyes.
Baron lifted his lip corner without denying. He stretched the tip of his tongue to lick his lips. His voice was even hoarser. He said,
"You are very cooperative."
"I like to see you suffer. Don't forget our rules."
Her words brought Baron's head back to the reality from the woman's teasing. His eyes became as peaceful as before.
"You drive the car. I have to drive slowly."
The woman answered with joy. She even squinted when she laughed, as if she was riding on the crest of success.
He couldn't bear to see Debbie's complacent face, so he turned his eyes and reminded himself to calm down.
Because he was eager to live in the house under the rules made by Debbie that he could touch her and kiss her but never have
sex.
No matter how hot the fire was, he couldn't go beyond the rules. Debbie was always so happy for it. However, she didn't know
how much love the man had to love and cherish before he could control himself.
After Baron put the things in the trunk, he also sat in the back seat. Debbie looked at him from the rearview mirror and asked,
"Where are we going now?"
"Go back to our shelter." With an injured look on his face, Baron hummed and said.
Then she drove away.
In fact, Consuela didn't mean to make the woman feel less guilty for her. She just wanted to tell the truth that she came across
Sheryl. What a coincidence! Now she met Sheryl herself.
Then, during their enthusiastic conversation, she prepared to go back to the Xia Clan residence. And then she made time to
send a message to Richie, telling him that she might be home late today, because she had to go back her home.
It was not until they got into the car that Sheryl started to have something to talk with her and became silent that a message
popped up and an "OK" was sent from Richie.

Staring at the screen of her phone for a long while, she wasn't able to see any other words hidden in it. Disappointed, she put
her phone back.
Sheryl, who was driving, noticed Consuela's subtle expression. Suddenly, the man with refined features and unruffled demeanor
came to her mind.
She swallowed the jealousy in her eyes and asked with a smile, "Consuela, that man seems to have a good relationship with
you. Is he your boyfriend?"
Sheryl raised her voice, showing a sort of tease.