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."

off her forehead. Still, she

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

eventually burst out, and the consequences

cleared her throat and answered,

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

didn't know what

face, not a fool could understand his gloomy

flew up was completely

he spoke in a

when she pushed the door open, as if

couldn't help but think more about the words

eat for you. Do

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

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

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

as if after a quarrel, awkward silence.

work." Consuela realized that the man didn't want to talk to her. She took a

felt relieved with the

corner of her eye, she cast a glance at him and turned her back to him. She fumbled in her

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

but she couldn't show any other expression on her face. She took back her hand naturally, and then

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

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

she

breath anymore. He opened the drawer and took out

bag with the other. She was too stiff to look