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."

raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Still, she didn't want to

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

out, and the consequences could not be

and answered, "yes,

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

know what

not a fool

was completely

that he spoke in a normal relaxed

saw no surprise in his eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was the one who had come in.

help but think more about the words

to eat for you. Do you

The

and turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by

for me when you leave." He seemed to drive her away

in agreement, but her legs were stiff and she

if after a

won't disturb your work." Consuela realized that the man didn't want to

things, she felt relieved

the man paid no attention to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a glance at him and turned her back to him. She fumbled in her bag.

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

her hand naturally, and then with the

somehow because of a guilty conscience, she felt like

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

not ask, she could not mention

him couldn't hold his breath anymore. He opened the drawer

with the other. She was too