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 couldn't waste this rare opportunity.

defeated by the love story occurred

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

villa, she deliberately slowed down every move. It took three times the time to change her shoes

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

the good things that Richie had done to her, Consuela comforted herself

the man on the sofa of the living room, sitting in a place she usually occupied, and the light

She suddenly did not dare to go forward and

also glad that the man didn't

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

other, calm

twitched. She went straight upstairs before the man could make a

sure how she

three years ago, he could even

pretentious excuse for her retreat. When she walked

developed naturally, and she was oppressive

couldn't live here anymore. Who knew what would be done by

out of the bedroom with the clothes in her hands. On the corridor, she could see where Richie sat. It seemed that he had drawn a place as a

didn't want to leave, and no one

went back to the guest room. After taking a bath, she went downstairs, filled a glass of warm water and walked towards the

was a little trembling, "It would

be urged to drink

sore spot in

even didn't raise his head. He lowered his head, and his back was as straight

is past. Everyone should get a new life after

most important thing for those who had

no response, except

a few seconds, she put her hands on the table. She didn't care