Stuck In His Heart

The man's face was gloomy and cold, and his voice was hoarse and somewhat impatient.

She didn't dare to look him in the eye, but she could feel his intense gaze boring into her body.

He walked straight to the villa in a thin shirt on the late autumn day.

But he didn't seem to feel cold, and his figure was straight.

Richie was now in the most terrible time, because she had no idea whether he would turn over in the next second.

And she wouldn't be able to fight back if he turned his back on her.

She trotted beside him and looked up only to see the bruise at the corner of his mouth, which was slightly pink. It was beaten like that.

"I'll go and bring you the clothes." Consuela stopped following after him, turned around and left without hesitation.

She had to admit that she was a little scared. The feeling from the bottom of her heart was so strong that she could not ignore it.

She either hated him or was afraid of him.

Looking at the anxious woman, Richie darkened his face. He ignored her and left directly.

As if there was no one in the world who could get his wait.

On the other hand, Consuela had been watching him since she ran away. She didn't open the car door and take out his coat until she saw him enter the villa.

The night fell, and the street lights were on. Their white car seemed to be coated with a warm light.

Consuela leaned against the car and sighed. The lights in the villa were on, washing the darkness.

But that man was a time bomb. No one knew when he would find fault with you.

However, she had to show her kindness to him. When someone was sad, it was others who took advantage of the opportunity to approach the most suitable time.

scared she was, she couldn't waste this

thought to be powerful, was defeated by the

long and turbid breath and grabbed her clothes to take a gulp of spiritual chicken soup

move. It took three times the time to change her shoes as usual. Her big round eyes looked

calm. She was stepping on the soft carpet, which Richie had asked to change.

of the good things that Richie had done to her, Consuela

saw the man on the sofa of the living room, sitting in a place she usually occupied, and the light couldn't reach

of boundless anger. She suddenly did

she was also glad that the man didn't want to throw anything now.

coat on the chair beside and ran upstairs as soon as she

each other, calm and

straight upstairs before the man could make

was not sure how she could

three years ago, he

for her retreat. When she walked into Richie's bedroom, she couldn't help

naturally, and she was oppressive to

what would be done by the man with a bad

the clothes in her hands. On the corridor, she could see where Richie sat. It seemed that he had

leave, and no one could take him

taking a bath, she went downstairs, filled a glass of warm water and walked

opening her mouth, she didn't know that her voice was a little trembling, "It would

suffering, they should be urged to drink water before being comforted. It seemed that water was

sore spot in his

He lowered his head, and his back was as straight as ever, like a despondent emperor who refused

much about it. The past is past. Everyone should get a new

not the most important thing for those who

response, except for his disdainful chuckle.

her hands on the table. She didn't care how he