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

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

and grabbed her clothes to take a gulp of spiritual

she deliberately slowed down every move. It took three times the time to change her shoes as usual. Her big

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

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

sofa of the living room, sitting in

did not dare to go forward and

man didn't want

upstairs as soon as she

looked at each other, calm and

went straight upstairs before the man could make a

not sure how she could comfort that man.

seemed to refuse everyone's heart. For this restricted area three years ago, he could even beat his best friend, not

she walked into Richie's

habits developed naturally, and

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

hands. On the corridor, she could see where Richie sat.

and no one could take him away.

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

know that her voice was a little trembling,

they should be urged to

sore spot in his heart.

He lowered his head, and his back was as straight

it. The past is past. Everyone should get a new life after going through some things." Consuela started filling the chicken soup to Richie.

thing for those who had let go.

except

few seconds, she put her hands on the table. She didn't care how he thought of her, because she