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?"

came from not far away. She came back to her

away and got into the car. Since it was a long way to the villa, she took out her phone and

much more than the entertainment news of many stars getting married and

one knew whether it was a made up or a piece of true news, all of which

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

out of the 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 choice but to answer the phone.

the message to her by satellite that

on

to the balcony, looked at the flesh plants on the window and said

seemed to

that she would be very curious about it.

she curled her lips and murmured, "why do you

did he ask her

faint laughter from the other end of the line.

a cold 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

own, not thinking of the woman's answer, but throwing out what he needed

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

without blood be treated like this by the cousin, Richie? What would the woman look

quickly and began

contrary, she received comfort from that woman.

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

Debbie uttered some unreasonable words, Consuela had to respond perfunctorily. She then put her phone on the bedside table and tucked herself in before going

gap between them had been from the beginning, and maybe no one could remove it in

his eyebrows in disbelief when he