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.

in his muscles.

power was inferior to that of Richie, but also her strength and intelligence were at a disadvantage in front of

by me?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

waist. He drew closer

eyes and responded indifferently, "Well. Good

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

him a little annoyed. He fell asleep soon after his head

with Consuela, he always had a good sleep.

noiselessly. After washing, he changed into the business suit and tied a tie in the bathroom.

looked at the bed, the quilt was bulged up. She

he was about to kiss her, his phone rang. He frowned and

usual. When Consuela got out of the bed, she didn't see the man. She

She kept nagging on the phone, but

through the phone. Consuela could hear everything. Immediately,

you please tell me where you

she was, "En... I am in the QS

of the line, Consuela

QS Street was the only place in L City that was not touched by reinforced concrete. It was an ancient city style area and

the pub. As

with red lanterns hanging on the door and horizontal inscribed characters

anger and pounded the table in an attempt to bring that woman back to her senses. "You're not allowed to go to work in broad daylight. Do you think

is that I will not work here anymore. I've been working in Sruthan Building for such a long

down and drink with me." After a pause,

to deal with