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."

hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Still, she didn't

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

things were accumulated slowly and eventually burst out, and

cleared her throat and answered, "yes,

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

what to

face, not a fool could

thinking which just flew up was completely shattered by his lost expression.

It was rare that he spoke in a normal

no surprise in his eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was the one who had come in.

but think more about the words "get out"

something to eat for you.

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

lowered his head and turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees "No, you can save it for

the door for me when you leave." He seemed

her legs were stiff and she couldn't

as if after a quarrel, awkward silence.

I won't disturb your work." Consuela realized that the man didn't want to talk to her. She

things, she felt relieved with the handbag in her

she cast a glance at him and turned her back to him. She fumbled

she didn't feel anything, and the photos

She took back her hand

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

and then she left regardless of anything. This seemed not

Richie did not ask, she could not mention it with unusual cooperation.

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.