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.

how scared she was, she

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

grabbed her clothes to take a

down every move. It took three times the time to change her

her shoes, she walked into the living room, pretending to be calm. She was stepping on the

Richie had done to her, Consuela comforted herself that he wasn't that

in a place she usually occupied, and the light couldn't reach

suddenly did not dare to

she was also glad that the man didn't

put his coat on the chair beside and ran upstairs as soon as she could. When she turned her

looked at each other, calm and

went straight upstairs before the

she could comfort

ago, he could even beat his best friend, not to mention

she walked into Richie's bedroom, she couldn't help but

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

Who knew what would be done by the man with a bad temper at the moment.

hands. On the corridor, she could see where Richie sat. It seemed that he had drawn a place as

to leave, and no one could

she went downstairs, filled a glass of warm

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

of disease people were suffering, they should be urged to drink water

was a sore spot in his heart.

his head, and his back was as straight as ever, like a

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

thing for those

accepted no response, except for his disdainful

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