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."

her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

the courage to say that in the face of the man in the future, and the

burst out,

her throat and answered, "yes,

she spotted a handbag on the sofa nearby. Maybe

what to say.

white face, not a fool could understand his gloomy

up was completely shattered by his lost

the matter?" It was rare that he spoke in a

saw no surprise in his eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was

but think more about the

have prepared something to eat for you. Do you need

without anything holding in her hands. The innocent look on her face

in the room suddenly dropped

the door for me when you leave." He seemed to

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

after a quarrel, awkward

realized that the man didn't want to talk to her. She

felt relieved with

eye, she cast a glance at

feel anything, and the photos were gone.

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

very short time, but somehow because of a guilty

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

she could

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

one hand and held her bag with the other. She was too stiff to look