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."

she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Still,

she ran away now, she might not have the courage to say that in the face of the man

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

cleared her throat and

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

what

white face, not a fool could understand

just flew up was completely

matter?" It was rare that he

door open, as if he was sure that she was the one who had come

think more about the

for you. Do

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

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

you have nothing to do, remember to close the door for me when you leave." He seemed to drive her away without any scruples

agreement, but her legs were stiff and she couldn't move a single step.

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

things, she felt relieved with the handbag

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

feel anything,

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

time, but somehow because of

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

long as Richie did not ask, she could not mention

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

other. She was too stiff to look back at the man. She didn't know