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."

an exaggeration. She just wanted him to put aside

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

eyebrows. After pondering over it for a while, she shook her head disapprovingly.

while, she explained, "I don't know what kind of person he is. I just think what kind of person he

man

computer. All of a sudden, it bounced off the screen, with the sharp side of the screen scratching his hand.

Consuela lowered her head and swept her gaze towards the floor. She knew that she should be blamed for what she had said, although the man was suffering from his

straight to her. In a cold voice, he said, "raise your

he didn't notice her

head to look at the man with a pair of innocent eyes and asked, "is your

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

against hers. He sneered and asked, "Do you especially care about your little lover? Do you think he is wronged?

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

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

what relation between Richie and Harry, so he should not have

him, right?" The man pinched her face and said in

mustered up all her courage and pushed the man

ago, she

Richie

have a fight with your legitimate husband for another

didn't know why she

excitement to easily destroy the hard-earned work

ironic and even

just came back, a video meeting of several hours was held. Seeing that group of executives could do nothing right, he

now, he was back home and his wife was angry with him again for