Stuck In His Heart

They had a sumptuous meal. Consuela didn't say anything but bowed her head in silence. She could only force a smile at the delicious food in front of her parents.

The atmosphere of the opposite was very harmonious, which was in stark contrast to her glazed eyes.

Oh, it seemed that she was the only one who had lived the most sour life in the world.

"Harry, don't you like that best? Why don't you eat today? " Sheryl asked Harry, whose face remained unchanged.

Glancing from the corner of her eyes that the person on the other side was quite gloomy. Her smile became brighter and painted beautifully in the light of the glazed lamp.

The sadder Consuela was, the happier she was.

"Your sister is the protagonist today." Harry answered her and wiped her mouth with tissue on the table.

They acted so naturally and intimately that Sheryl felt flattered.

The affectionate picture of Harry and Sheryl made Consuela feel a lump in her throat.

The chef at home was getting worse at cooking. He must have put too much vinegar in those dishes, or else how could they be so sour.

After dinner, Consuela's mother invited her to stay for a night. "Consuela, just stay here tonight. Your father will drive you back to the company tomorrow," she offered.

Holding a plate of fruit, Consuela paused a little and said with a smile, "Thank you. I will come back to keep you company after I take a few days off from work." After a pause, she continued, "I want to make more money to support you financially."

When she smiled, there were two dimples on the corners of her mouth that indistinctly reduced her age. She looked very sweet.

"Don't be too tired. Go home if you can't do it. Your father can support you." Johnson raised his head to look at her with satisfaction in his slightly turbid eyes.

Consuela seemed to have grown up into an adult all of a sudden. As her parents, they were very happy to see that.

street lights were turned on, Consuela was finally

need for Harry to give you a ride?" Sheryl asked in a low

the living room. They could see her back clearly from the long corridor outside.

would never want to be associated

not the same way with my brother-in-law. I can do it on my own."

street lamps lit up her vision, and the night wind was getting stronger and stronger. Her dress was blown to one side, and a few people were

know how long it took, when a familiar low-key car passed her. The street lights

his face through the large window. The familiar face now was

another, but she still stood there until the tail of

was put in a difficult position. After all, she was having a hard

on the platform, with her head in her lap and her

was a victim, but she became the

torture her. Harry

her mouth in a dull way. Her voice was fragile and childish. "Is my luck all consumed

wind was her only comfort.

in her belly. She raised her hand to stroke it. There

How could she be so

the busy street, she finally faced the strange gaze of the passers-by. She patted her skirt and stood up again. She stopped a car and

on her face, and the driver in the car turned on the radio. An old song was playing inside. It sounded touching.

glass window, Consuela kept silent

the top floor, Richie pulled off his tie and closed his eyes for a rest.

on the screen.

keep her low profile and keep

the desk. Since he was not in a good mood to rest now, he started the video conference on the computer

numbly explaining the company's recent revenue and situation, Richie leafed through the documents in his hand. His casual posture made the person on the other side

long it took before the video meeting ended.