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.

matter how scared she was, she couldn't waste this

had thought to be powerful, was defeated by the love story occurred three

long and turbid breath and grabbed her clothes to take a gulp

the time to change her shoes as usual. Her big round eyes looked around.

on her shoes, she walked into the living room, pretending to be calm. She was stepping on the soft carpet, which Richie had

of the good things that Richie had done to her, Consuela comforted herself that he wasn't that

of the living room, sitting in a place she usually

sign of boundless anger. She suddenly did not dare

also glad that the man didn't want to throw anything

on the chair beside and ran upstairs as soon as she could. When she turned her head back,

at each other,

Consuela's mouth twitched. She went straight upstairs before the man

she

three years ago, he could

excuse for her retreat. When she walked into

that habits developed naturally, and she was oppressive to develop a

knew what would be done by the man with a bad

she could see where Richie sat. It seemed that he had drawn a place as a prison.

to leave, and no one could

taking a bath, she went downstairs, filled a glass of

that her voice was a little trembling, "It would be better to

people were suffering, they should be urged to drink water before being comforted. It

was a sore spot in his

didn't take it, and he even didn't raise his head. He lowered his head, and his back was as straight as ever, like a despondent

a new life after going through

was not the most important thing for those who had

no response, except

on the table. She didn't care how