Stuck In His Heart

At the ticket check-in counter, Richie took his briefcase from her hand, slightly lowered his head and leaned his face towards Consuela. "Now I give you a chance to compensate."

Now that his face was so close to hers, she didn't have to guess what he was planning in his mind.

Consuela said, blinking her eyes. The man's skin was fair, more delicate than a woman's. She then kissed on the man's right cheek.

In his disappointment sight, she pushed the man away and said with a smile, "Hurry up. I'll wait for you to come back."

Regardless of the inspector's warning, Richie took the woman who wanted to escape into his arms. The man who put on his sunglasses when he walked out of the lounge raised his hand to gently touch her lips.

He lowered his head and imprinted a mark on her trembling lips due to her nervousness. "This is your punishment."

As soon as he finished his words, he turned around and left, leaving the woman who had been bitten on her lips dumbfounded.

The driver, who was waiting on the side of the airport, came over and said calmly, "Mrs. Richie, it's time to go back."

Consuela rolled her eyes and nodded, "okay."

That man had never told her the truth. What was the relationship between him and the woman who held his arm intimately in the morning?

He escaped from her. And she didn't dare to ask either.

In the building across the airport, an interview to Harry was being played on the LED advertising screen. It seemed to be a live broadcast.

There was no scars on his face. He was talking happily with the host, less reserved and alienated.

However, much to her surprise, the smile on his face wasn't able to hide the sadness in his eyes.

"Mrs. Richie, what's wrong?"

not far away. She came back to her senses and said apologetically, "I'm

long way to the

the headlines, even much more than the entertainment news of many stars getting married and having children with different men.

whether it was a made up or a piece of true news, all of which were revealing Harry's crime.

temples, Consuela felt a headache. She didn't feel guilty for what he had suffered, but she didn't take pleasure in others' misfortune. She just felt a bit uncomfortable.

was already about ten o'clock at night. Before Consuela was about to

satellite that was thousands of kilometers

by that man's chuckle, almost made her lose her grip on her mobile phone. After hearing what the man had said, her eyes

the flesh plants on the window and said calmly, "No,

me and that woman?" The man seemed to be smoking. His sound of exhaling was not covered by

confidently, feeling that she would

wasn't that boring, but she curled her lips and murmured, "why do you think that

he ask

and coughed. There was also faint laughter from the other end of the line. It was

he said to Consuela, "That woman is my cousin's adopted sister. They have no blood

woman's answer, but throwing out

pay much attention to the last sentence. She just remembered the word "cousin" and referred to that as "lover

treated like this by the cousin, Richie? What would the woman look like when she faced her brother who lived under the same

quickly and began to

received comfort from that

man with strong power. Don't worry. Have a good talk with the boss. Don't estrange

respond perfunctorily. She then put her phone on the bedside table and tucked herself in before going to sleep.

gap between them had been from the beginning, and maybe no one

his eyebrows in disbelief when he saw the phone was hung up.