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 forehead. Still,

face of the man in

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

throat and answered,

she spotted a handbag on the sofa nearby. Maybe he

know what to

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

thinking which just flew up was completely shattered

that he spoke in

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

help but think more about the words "get out" before.

have prepared something to eat for you. Do you need it

was a good talker without anything holding in her hands. The innocent look on her face was obvious. How annoying she was.

in the room suddenly

me when

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

if after a quarrel, awkward

I won't disturb your work." Consuela realized that the man didn't want to talk to her. She took a deep breath and walked towards

felt relieved with the

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

feel anything, and the

other expression on her face. She took back her hand naturally,

of a guilty conscience, she felt like

door after she took a step forward, and then she left

not ask, she could

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

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