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

away now, she might not have the courage to say that in the face of the man in the future, and the gap was deeply buried in

slowly and eventually burst out, and the consequences could not be

her throat and answered,

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

know what

up at the man's dim white face, not a

which just flew up was completely shattered by his lost expression.

was rare that he spoke in a normal

when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was the

about

to eat for you. Do you

anything holding in her hands. The innocent look on her face was obvious. How

head and turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees "No, you can

the door for me when you leave." He seemed to drive her away without any scruples at

agreement, but her legs were stiff and she couldn't

as if after a quarrel,

want to

felt relieved

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

anything, and

but she couldn't show any other expression on her face. She took back her hand naturally, and then with the handbag in her hand she walked to

for a very short time, but somehow because of

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

she could not mention

couldn't hold his breath anymore. He opened the drawer and took out some fake photos. "Are you looking

the doorknob with one hand and held her bag with the other. She was too stiff to look back at the man. She didn't know how to face him.