Stuck In His Heart

His voice was mocking. As Consuela turned around, she saw the dark circles under his eyes. Frowning, she asked, "Are you tired?"

The topic was changed so fast that even Richie was confused. He could only change the subject back with a cold face. "Why don't you speak?"

She looked around and didn't find anyone who stood close to her.

She decided to avoid his question. "Would you like to go upstairs and have a rest first?" she asked smilingly

Right now, he looked too haggard. His slanted eyes were bloodshot, and there were livid stubble on his chin.

The man looked into her eyes and suddenly threw the phone back to her. Then he turned and walked into the villa with steady steps and a little anger that could not be ignored.

He got angry for no reason. She couldn't believe that she couldn't watch the news and couldn't be in a daze.

Moreover, he had just asked her about her opinion on this matter. Would Harry be such a person? But in the bottom of her heart, she said no.

But when she looked at those hard evidences, she couldn't find a word to refute, maybe she had been wrong about it all the time.

She really didn't know what kind of person Harry was.

She switched off the address and quickly replied to Debbie who liked to gossip, and successfully blocked her mouth with working hard.

Then she walked towards the villa, too. She looked pale and sad. As the morning sun rose, her shadow was enlarged as if she was singing a drama.

Richie was not in the living room or bedroom. He was still in the study. His cold face was like the screen shinning on his face.

The same ruthless man.

No matter what, she just pushed the door open and walked into the study. Meeting the man's curious gaze, she smiled and said, "Are you sure you don't want to have a rest? Excessive use of brain and staying up late are easy to cause sudden death."

wanted him to put aside

a foxy smile, he repeated, "Do you think he is that kind

eyebrows. After pondering over it for a while,

what kind of person he is. I

man who

the pen in his hand to the computer. All of a sudden, it

floor. She knew that she should be blamed for what

pushed away a chair, stood up and went straight to her. In a

her small action of shoulder

raised her head to look at the man with

stiffened as she smelt the mint fragrance from his mouth. She didn't know how to refuse him and just let

knowing how long it had passed, the man put his forehead against hers. He sneered and asked, "Do you especially care about your little lover? Do you

a hypocrite. She didn't even know he had played such a role. How thoughtful he was.

She paused,

relation between Richie and Harry, so he should not

You want to fight with me because of him, right?" The

a long time, Consuela suddenly mustered up all her courage and pushed the man away.

of Johnson and Harry at home a few days ago, she knew that his company had

Richie destroyed

a fight with your

didn't know why she had to beat herself!

an indescribable excitement to easily destroy the hard-earned work

and even critical.

Seeing that group of executives could do nothing right, he was so angry that he almost kicked the

wife was