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,

courage to say that in the face of the man in the

slowly and eventually burst out, and

throat and

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

what to say.

face, not a fool could understand his gloomy mood at the

which just flew up was completely

he

as if he was sure that she was the one who had

couldn't help but think more about

to eat for you. Do

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

the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped

have nothing to do, remember to close the door for me when you leave." He seemed to drive

but her legs were stiff and she couldn't move a single

after a

didn't want to talk to her.

things, she felt relieved with the

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

didn't feel anything, and the photos were gone.

her face. She took back her hand naturally, and then with the handbag in her hand she walked to

time, but somehow because of a guilty conscience,

and then she left regardless of anything.

not ask, she could not mention it with unusual

couldn't hold his breath anymore. He opened the drawer and took out some fake

her bag with the other. She was too stiff to