Stuck In His Heart

Taking off his dark suit, Richie exhaled a breath and walked upstairs with a strong smell of wine. He frowned as he smelled it.

He walked into the bedroom, and there was no light in it. The light was so dark that it was hard for people to adapt to it for a while. With the help of his memory, Richie found the bathroom in the darkness.

When the light was on, he could see clearly the woman sleeping on the bed, except her white face. Her whole body was totally buried in the quilt.

He smiled helplessly and tried to walk as lightly as possible. After taking his changing clothes, he entered the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

He curled up his lips as if he didn't observe it carefully and found nothing.

The sound of water flowing slowly through the door of the gauze window. His smooth figure was outlined by nobody but the light in the room.

He wiped off the water from his body and came out in a simple pajama. Then he left a gentle kiss on the forehead of the woman who seemed to be asleep.

"Good night, Consuela," He left in time and rushed to the study to finish the following cooperation case, but he did not see the woman's trembling eyelashes clearly.

After a slight sound of door closing, the huge bedroom returned to silence again. The woman in the bed slowly turned around.

"You coward. No wonder you were so suppressed." Her self mockery echoed in the quiet room.

All of a sudden, something dawned on her. She wiped the liquid on her face with her hand. Her hand was wet and she felt amused.

She was not born to be weak, but recently she seemed to have been too scared to fight back.

That was why unconsciously, a kind of inexplicable servility had been deeply rooted in the bone.

When she was in a daze, she suddenly felt a young and strong body pressed down on the bed beside her.

could still feel the veins in his muscles. The veins were not

suddenly felt a sense of frustration. Not only her power was inferior to that of Richie, but also her strength and intelligence were at a disadvantage

he asked

tightened his grip on her waist. He drew closer to her,

eyes and responded indifferently,

He could only stay in the bed, feeling something was wrong with her. He wasn't sure what it

a little annoyed. He fell asleep

Consuela, he always had

washing, he changed into

the quilt was

to kiss her, his phone rang. He frowned and went away. Then he answered

Consuela got out of the bed,

She kept nagging

through the phone. Consuela could hear everything.

you please tell me where you are? Don't run

as if she was trying to figure out where she was, "En... I am in the QS Street... Are you

the other side of the line, Consuela walked towards the direction. Emily helped to

was not touched by reinforced concrete. It was an ancient city style area and enjoyed a beautiful scenery. Sheryl and she once shared a boat there.

exact address of the pub. As

found the drunk woman at the gate of a restaurant with

allowed to go to work in broad

in Sruthan Building for such a long time. What's

Sit down and drink with me." After a pause, she withdrew her hand quickly and said solemnly,

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