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?"

voice came from not far away. She came back to her senses and said

Since it was a long way to the villa, she took out her phone and downloaded the software which she seldom used.

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

of true news, all of which were

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.

plane, it was already about ten o'clock at night. Before Consuela was about to go to bed, she stared at the flickering phone and had no

the line was connected, the man joked. He transmitted the message to her by satellite that was thousands of kilometers away from the

of electricity, accompanied by that man's chuckle, almost made her lose her grip on her mobile phone. After hearing what the

slowly walked to the balcony, looked at the flesh plants on the window and said calmly, "No, I'M all calm

seemed to be smoking. His sound of exhaling was not covered

asked naturally and confidently, feeling that she

to tell him that she wasn't that boring, but she curled her lips and

he ask her directly?

coughed. There was also faint laughter from the other end

glance at the man sitting opposite him. Then he said to Consuela, "That woman is my cousin's adopted sister. They have no blood relationship. I can understand your

not thinking of the woman's answer, but throwing out what he needed to say.

sentence. She just remembered

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

the phone quickly and began to send a message to

she received comfort

with strong power. Don't worry. Have a good talk with

her phone on the bedside table

beginning, and maybe no one could remove it in

eyebrows in