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 didn't want

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

and eventually burst out,

her throat and answered, "yes,

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

know what

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

flew up was completely shattered by

that he

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

about the words "get

prepared something to eat for you. Do you need it

holding in her hands. The innocent look on

room suddenly dropped by

to do, remember to close the door for me when you

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

as if after a quarrel, awkward silence.

work." Consuela realized that the man didn't want to

felt relieved

eye, she cast a

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

face. She took back her hand naturally, and then with

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

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

ask, she could

the drawer and took out some fake

other. She was too stiff to look