Stuck In His Heart

The cold war between Consuela and Richie lasted for a long time. And it continued for the rest of the time. As long as they stayed in the same room, the two of them seemed to be releasing low pressure just for the game.

Those who didn't know the truth would think that they had dug each other's graves so they tortured each other so desperately.

But if they knew the truth they could do nothing but shake head and sigh.

However, the onlookers didn't see anything wrong of them.

Of course, it just seemed.

And in this cold air, the first person to surrender was Richie.

"What are you doing? !"

Consuela was deadly pressed in the clothes pile on the big bed that could not be touched. Her face was strained for a long time, and there were cracks all over it.

She tried her best to control her body trembling. Her eyes were full of panic when she looked at the man who suddenly appeared unexpectedly in front of her. Her hands curled up in front of her chest, and subconsciously struggled with her hands holding the hem of her clothes.

He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him to stop her struggling with one hand. Then he pinched her delicate chin with the other. As if ice and frost covered his whole body. He said in a cold voice, "what are you doing? Well, I should ask you! "

"I just want to pack my clothes..." She gently moved her hand and head, but in return, but as a result she was tightened more intensely.

Knowing that Richie wouldn't let go of her, she frowned and shifted her gaze away from him. Not wanting to see his long face, she explained in a low voice.

He gripped her chin more tightly and said angrily, "pack up? Consuela, do you think I can't feel anything?

face for so long, he would not mind.

body behaved abnormally and had been pushing his bottom line

was a bottom line to petty temper,

eyes drifted down to Richie's face. She had a close look at the delicate handsome face of the man. Her

her response of fighting back. And this was the

could it be possible for a normal flower and a

depressed for many days, gradually

so complex that she couldn't found any

as dark as

The man asked in a low but elegant voice,

deep eyes were like a knife, which could pierce through her heart. He

deserve it..." His patience seemed to be run out.

slowly drifted away, and then

the tears that were about to spill

little fair face, there was nothing else except a touch

the bed which was too big

in love, he was unwilling to look at the stubborn woman with

and looked at her affectionately. He wanted to kiss her hard on the

"Hum."

shyly as she met his