Stuck In His Heart

After the three of them finished eating their porridge, Consuela received a phone call and walked to the balcony. She completely ignored Richie's inquiring gaze.

It was Debbie.

Before Debbie could say anything else, Consuela asked with a stern look, "Who answered your phone? Don't tell me he's your brother. I remember you told me you're the only child in your family."

Her tone was somewhat domineering. As expected, the weak would be gradually infected after being together with the strong for a long time.

Sometimes she even felt that she was a bit similar to Richie.

Debbie didn't expect that she would ask such a straightforward question. She explained vaguely, "That's one of my ordinary friends. I just went to the bathroom, and you happened to call me."

She blurted it out without a pause. If the man hadn't kept silent for more than ten seconds, she might have believed it.

"Do you really think I'm stupid?" Consuela asked, taking a bite of the grape angrily.

It was impossible for an ordinary friend to come here in such a hurry without any precaution. She could put the phone next to him.

It was a poor lie.

Debbie said in a low voice, as if trying to avoid someone, "Actually, that's my cousin."

Before Consuela could finish her sentence, a loud bang was heard from the phone. Then the man's voice was heard again.

The man chuckled and said, "I am her beloved brother."

His voice rose slightly at the end, as if he was in an extremely happy mood.

When Consuela was about to say something, the man who had cleaned up the table walked up to her slowly and rested his chin on her head.

A muffled voice came from above, "Who are you calling so happily?"

The smile on his face became bigger and bigger, which even made her feel a little uncomfortable.

As soon as she heard the scary voice, Debbie grabbed her phone from the man's hand and asked in confusion, "Consuela, are you...

You... With whom?"

words were cut off in a

time on the screen. She remembered the familiar voice. It was Richie, her boss, the CEO of Sruthan

enough, they two had some special relationship.

that girl was very skillful too. She didn't say a word in the company, as if the story hostess

also in this hospital. It seemed that she

fans as the national dream man, came over, and his face was pressed against hers. The outline of his charming face could not

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coldness brought Debbie back to her senses. She turned around and pushed him away. Standing up, she

so close to her? Did he lie to those little girls about his stoic

smiled and said

phone, Richie's eyes became a little sharp. His thin lips were not very red, but they were full of

lover?" While saying, he turned his head to look at the man in the ward who had nothing to do, as if implying her

too much. I don't have a little lover, but

he specifically stated that their relationship should be confidential to the outside world.

was not a satisfying lady of the Ye Clan.

knowing whether to mock her or praise her, "You've kept it in mind

The sun shone brightly

solemnly, "I will

He turned around and walked into the ward, leaving her alone outside in

This strange man.

his eyes and

words, but she felt extremely flattered when she

about what she had thought before. Richie had an intravenous drip which damaged his brain.

She walked into the wad with

the atmosphere would be like this. However,

to turn her

from the disease when he was the most vulnerable. As long as there were people willing to come out to care

written all over his face, like a mouse ran into a cat

the strange magnetic field between the two persons, Consuela was curious and asked, "Have they had any