Stuck In His Heart

"Who sent you here?" After a pause, an idea struck Consuela.

"It's Mr. Richie. He asked me to come here and apologize to you. He said that if I didn't get your forgiveness, I couldn't stay here," Miranda said, lowering her head.

She should be scared to death by him.

"It doesn't matter. You can leave now. You don't need to do such a trivial thing."

"Yes..." Miranda wanted to say something, but she finally chose to be silent.

She left, trembling. Only Consuela stood in the corridor with one hand on the doorknob. She didn't know whether she should go to the study to face the storm of his anger or just keep silent.

At the end of the corridor, there was a storm brewing in the study of Richie.

How much did he care about the past that he rebuked Miranda like this? All she could think about now was that pointing at one but abuse another.

As a warning to her.

She grabbed the doorknob for a moment, but didn't open it. With a giggle, she walked towards the study.

No matter what bad face he had made, she wanted to have a look at it. Then she would give in once she had a desire.

She walked to the door of the study which left a crack not closed completely. It seemed to be waiting for someone to push it open and enter directly.

For the photos, Consuela didn't want to tell him the truth, though she had noticed how nice Richie had been to her lately.

However, there was something that could not be completely concealed. It was better to be exposed as soon as possible.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a regular knock on the door. However, before she saw the man's face, she was frightened by a gloomy voice. "Get out."

sweat off her

the face of the man in the future, and the gap

slowly and eventually burst out, and the consequences could

her throat and answered, "yes, it's

a handbag on the sofa nearby. Maybe he hadn't seen what

what to

not a fool could understand his gloomy mood

up was completely shattered by his

rare that he spoke in a

eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was the one who had come in.

but think more about the words "get

eat for you. Do you

talker without anything holding in her hands. The

turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees

you have nothing to do, remember to close the door for me when you leave."

in agreement, but her legs were stiff and she couldn't move a single step.

a quarrel, awkward

that the man didn't want to talk to

aside other things, she felt relieved with

man paid no attention to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a glance at

didn't feel anything, and the photos were gone.

She took back her

lasted for a very short time, but somehow because of a guilty conscience, she felt like a

a step forward, and then she left regardless of anything. This seemed not to be

she could not mention it with

drawer and

held her bag with the other. She was too stiff to look back