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. The veins

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

he asked in a hoarse voice.

grip on her waist. He drew closer to her,

her eyes and responded indifferently, "Well.

bed, feeling something was wrong

annoyed. He fell asleep soon after his

with Consuela, he always had a good sleep.

got up noiselessly. After washing, he

bed, the quilt was bulged up. She was

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

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

Debbie. She kept nagging on the phone, but Consuela could not hear

the phone. Consuela could hear everything. Immediately, she

me where you are? Don't

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

from the other side of the line, Consuela walked towards the

concrete. It was an ancient city style area and enjoyed a beautiful scenery. Sheryl and she

the pub. As a result, Consuela was hard to find out.

gate of a restaurant with red lanterns hanging on the door and horizontal

to bring that woman back to her senses. "You're not allowed to go to work in broad daylight. Do you think

anymore. I've been working in Sruthan Building for such a long time. What's the big

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

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