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.

to him, he must lose not only his job to support his family, but also his life.

and pale face, she leaned her head against the window. Her eyes did not blink for a long time, like an

It was weird.

suddenly resisted 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

you don't go back safely, I can't explain to

order to comfort him, she added, "I'll ask you to pick me up later. Sorry for the

to drive her to the nearest bus station under the determined attitude of the person. Even the idea of waiting

said. You'll be fired." As she was fidgeting with her nails, she got out of the car.

address although she had texted him to be on guard against that

so indifferent. He hadn't

station. She walked on the sidewalk,

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

people's attention on the road. And many people who

the point of getting dressed? I guess that there's at most two hundred cash in her LV

she was kicked by her sugar

flooded in the other's mind. Pursing her lips, Consuela quickened

her bag, and she had

an unknown downtown area. She made a call to the number that the driver specially

Polite enough.

nervously waiting for the call. His mood was unusually good.

laugh. In a greasy eating noodles shop, he saw

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

white-collar workers who just went to work. When he saw the woman