Stuck In His Heart

The more Sheryl stared at the man in front of her and thought of that man who was with Consuela, the more furious she felt.

Why was she so lucky to have all the good things in the world?

Well, she would take these things back one by one. For example, the man in front of her, who was drinking the soup she cooked, had also been taken good care of by her sister?

But later, he wanted to be together with her in front of her sister's face. She was so arrogant that she even forgot her mind. She knew that the man just wanted to humiliate Consuela for her nude photos.

But she wouldn't give up. After all she had worshiped the man before. But he was such a playboy.

Hearing the woman's words, Harry was a little surprised, but soon he concealed his thoughts. "No, thank you."

"This is what I should do. It can't be helpful to your work. And let you make a comeback. But I will always be with you." Then she sat down with her back to the man.

No one could see the impatience and ridicule on her face. Harry could only tell that there seemed to be a ripples in his heart because of her words.

He held the thermos bottle with chicken soup in his hand, trembling.

She should be the one who stood beside him except his parents.

Thinking of that he had been a little frustrated with his previous attitude to her. Did he really lose mistake her? He always regarded her as a woman who was eager for quick success and instant profit.

Maybe it was because Consuela had led a comfortable life recently that she had forgotten many hidden enemies, such as Laura, who had slapped her in the face after she had met her for the first time in the hospital.

Suddenly, a stranger was calling her, and after she hung up, that person kept on calling her. It seemed that there was something urgent.

The phone call wasn't marked as something like a scam call or fast food service. Consuela put down the watering can in her hand and picked up the phone, frowning.

a familiar and strange female voice with a bit of arrogance and indifference came from inside. "I'm Laura, the woman who gave you pressure at the hospital

a little disgusted with

eyebrows even more tightly. She calmed

sprouting, and her empty hand touched the watering

into indifference. Nothing good

make her depressed. She might as well

you because I want to show you something good and let you know what a difficult

voice. Her heart was

watering can. Water flooded out of it and wetted her shoes along

down and picked up the watering can,

deep and unreadable, and the smile at the corners of her

bag, Laura pulled out a photo from it and tried to dissuade the woman who was obviously flinching, "Ha-ha, but I think you should come to see

of Richie? Or, you've always known that you're not as good as the person

but what did not match with this was her hand which was grabbing the bag with

bad,

up the phone impatiently and sent the woman with the address first. She was afraid that Consuela might not hear it clearly and sent her a text

not come. After all, she treasured that position

of the West

the message, she heaved a sigh

attempted to sleep

was a

had no idea how she sneaked into

everything was destined.

"Mrs. Richie, go back