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

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

out, and the consequences could not be redeemed.

throat and

handbag on the sofa nearby.

what

man's dim white face, not a fool could understand his gloomy mood at the

thinking which just flew up was completely shattered by his

rare that he spoke in a normal

his eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was

think more about the words "get out" before.

eat for you. Do you need it

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

in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees "No, you can save it for yourself.

remember to close the door for me when you leave." He

lower lip, she nodded in agreement, but her legs were stiff and she

a quarrel, awkward

didn't want to talk to her. She took a deep breath

she felt relieved with the

she cast a glance at him and turned her back to

feel anything, and the photos were

shocked, but she couldn't show any other expression on her face. She took back her hand naturally, and then with the handbag in her hand she

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

then she left regardless of anything. This seemed not to be a very safe

she

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

hand and held her bag with the other. She was