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

furrowed her eyebrows. After pondering over it for a while, she

explained, "I don't know what kind of person he

a good man who

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

her gaze towards the floor. She knew that she should be blamed for what she had said,

straight to her.

didn't notice her small action of shoulder shrugging.

expressions, she raised her head to look at the man with a pair of innocent eyes and asked,

didn't

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 think he is wronged?

not. In her eyes, he was just a hypocrite. She didn't even know

a deliberate misinterpretation out of context. I..." She paused, looked up at him, and asked, "did you do

Harry, so

with me because of him, right?" The man pinched her face and said in a hoarse

time, Consuela suddenly mustered up all her courage and pushed the man away. She widened her eyes and roared, "don't you

home a few days ago, she knew that his company had been listed and had a bright

now, Richie

was as cold as ice. "Why did you have a fight with your legitimate husband

why she had

an indescribable excitement to easily destroy the hard-earned work of

ironic and even critical.

he just came back, a video meeting of several hours was held. Seeing that group of executives could do nothing right, he was so angry that he almost kicked the table

back home and his wife was angry