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."

the sweat off her forehead. Still,

have the courage to say that in the face of the man in the

things were accumulated slowly and eventually burst out, and the consequences could

cleared her throat and answered, "yes, it's

the sofa nearby. Maybe he hadn't seen what was in

know what to say.

dim white face, not a fool could understand his gloomy mood

thinking which just flew up was

was rare that he spoke in a

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

but think more about the

prepared something to eat for you. Do you need

was a good talker without anything holding in her hands. The innocent look on her

his head and turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few

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

lower lip, she nodded in agreement, but her legs were stiff and she couldn't move

if after a quarrel, awkward silence.

Consuela realized that the man didn't want to talk to her. She took a deep breath and walked towards the

relieved with the handbag in her

her. Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a glance at him and turned

slight movement, she didn't feel anything, and the photos

took back her hand naturally, and then with the handbag in her hand she walked

but somehow because of a guilty conscience, she felt like a century had

took a step forward, and then she

did not ask, she

hold his breath anymore. He opened the drawer and took out some fake

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