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.

was, she couldn't

who she had thought to be powerful, was defeated by the

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

It took three times the time

living room, pretending to be calm. She was stepping on the soft carpet, which Richie had

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

the sofa of the living room, sitting in a place she usually occupied,

anger. She suddenly did not dare to go forward and say anything.

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

as soon as she could. When she turned

other, calm and

Consuela's mouth twitched. She went straight upstairs

not sure how she could

to refuse everyone's heart. For this restricted area three years ago, he could even beat his best friend,

retreat. When she

that habits developed naturally, and she

live here anymore. Who knew what would be done

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

and no one could take him

Consuela went back to the guest room. After taking a bath, she went downstairs, filled a glass

didn't know that her voice was a little trembling, "It would be better

they should be urged to drink water before being

sore spot in his heart.

raise his head. He lowered his head,

about it. The past is past. Everyone should get a new life after going through some things." Consuela started

not the most important thing for those who

accepted no response, except for his

for a few seconds, she put her hands on the table. She didn't care how he thought of her, because she had no other choice.