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.

she was, she couldn't waste this rare

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

and grabbed her clothes

the time to change her shoes

pretending to be calm. She

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

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

sign of boundless anger. She suddenly did not dare to go forward and

the man didn't want to throw anything

as she could. When

looked at each other,

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

not sure how she could comfort that

ago, he

her retreat. When she

naturally, and she was

Who knew what would be done by the man with a bad

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

no one could

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

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

what kind of disease people were suffering, they should be urged to drink water before being comforted. It seemed that

was a sore spot in

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

is past. Everyone should get a new life after going through some things." Consuela started filling the

not the most important thing for those who had let go.

except for his disdainful chuckle.

a few seconds, she put her hands on the table. She