Stuck In His Heart

There were so many unknowns in this marriage that each of them could drag her directly to hell and never got up again.

However, she was unable to change the reality. She could only wait as time went by. Then she became more and more afraid of meeting something.

Consuela raised her head to look at the dark sky. All of a sudden, she looked away, her eyes empty. There was nothing she could do but feel helpless.

She took out her cell phone from her bag, but she still received no reply from that man. She pursed her lips slightly and her face was no longer very good-looking. She stiffly typed a few words.

Then she walked to the parking lot. When the driver, who had been waiting for a long time, saw her, he hurriedly opened the door and waited.

Seeing the woman's gray face from the rearview mirror, the driver could not help but ask, "Mrs. Richie, are we going back to the villa directly?"

He wondered who she had met inside and why she became like this. Should she inform Mr. Richie about this?

While wondering whether he should betray Mrs. Richie or not, the woman in the back seat suddenly raised her eyebrows.

With a smile, Consuela said, "I hope you can shut your mouth. After all, I'm the mistress of the Ye Clan. I have the right to fire a driver."

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he nodded awkwardly. "Don't worry, Mrs. Richie. I always keep my mouth shut. Absolutely..."

The driver shut up his mouth when he was suddenly glanced at by Consuela. Embarrassed, he kept silent all the way and dared not say one more word.

Now he became more suspicious of what she had gone through in the box.

No matter how she threatened him, he would never forget that who his boss was.

he found something wrong and didn't report to him, he must lose not only his job to support his family, but also

rearview mirror. With a gloomy and pale face, she leaned her head against the window. Her eyes did not blink for a

It was weird.

and sat straight. She said to the man, "I don't want to go back to the villa. You just need to drive me to the nearest bus

if you don't go back safely, I can't

a pause, in order to comfort him, she added,

nearest bus station under the determined attitude of the person. Even the idea of waiting by the side was dispelled by

you've said. You'll be fired." As she was fidgeting with her nails, she

the address although she had texted him to be on guard

the man was so indifferent. He

sigh, Consuela turned around and walked out of the station. She walked on the sidewalk, but she didn't know

a pair of wide dark brown sunglasses and the clothes she wore were all of famous brands in the fashion field. Although it was Emily who

a stray dog, attracting people's attention on the road. And many people

dressed? I guess that there's at most two hundred

kicked by her sugar daddy,

her lips, Consuela quickened

had 89 dollars in her bag, and she had forgotten the small change

She made a call to the number that the driver specially left. Her

Polite enough.

was unusually good.

drove to downtown with a loud laugh. In a greasy eating

Sit down and eat. It's my treat," Said Consuela, waving at

man was a driver, he was paid well. He was comparable to some white-collar workers who just went to work. When he saw the woman