Stuck In His Heart

Almost before he finished his words, the woman's warm eyes fell on Consuela. She looked so decent that no one could dare to make any other improper expressions.

"Does Consuela know him?" After the surprise, Wendy slightly frowned and asked.

Not only did Richie want to know who she was, but the members of the Ye Clan had been collecting information since they had met her.

She had been told about Consuela's conditions, but she hadn't heard of any valuable information between the two.

Under Wendy's gaze, Consuela grinned stiffly. She was frustrated and cursed the man who was none of his business. "Yes," she answered even though she didn't deny it

The man sitting on the sofa raised his hand to give a light cough, as if trying to remind her of something.

"Not really, but I will try my best to persuade him. Mom, just wait for the good news." Said Consuela calmly, looking into the woman's eyes with expectation.

She was indeed not familiar with the man they talked. She could even count her hands with the man. There was no friendship between them. They were not close at all.

The bond they maintained was only Debbie, as if they were detached but also intimate.

She didn't want to force anyone to do anything for her, but it was okay to convey her words.

Wendy heaved a long sigh. It was hard to tell whether she was at east or worried.

"He's always a willful boy. No one can force him to make a decision. I'm glad that Consuela is willing to persuade him."

Consuela nodded her head. She didn't feel guilty anymore.

After sending his mother away, Richie went upstairs with a cup of coffee and went straight to the study. Watching him leave, Consuela went upstairs as well and went back to the master bedroom.

waiting for the next time when we get angry with each other and accumulate our emotions,

inside. After she went back to her

legs and could walk normally. However, not long after she sat on

door was opened and she saw the pink face of Miranda. Miranda said with a serious look on her face, "Mr.

Consuela noticed the things in Miranda's hands.

eyes and tried to match them up, "Mrs. Richie, you should thank Mr. Richie. I just did what he

no teasing expression on her face, and she even couldn't be more serious,

leave the

silvery tray, her eyes rested on the door for several seconds, her lips curved up

you." Her soft voice was blown away by the wind, and no one could hear

the main bedroom with the tray beside, and put the ice pack on her ankle. It felt so cold but it made her have

lips. She had called Debbie, but no one answered. But she wasn't

her at any time. There would be no

she was really curious about how the relationship between the two people was like. It was so intricate that

a pitiful story that the man wanted to

in the study was always restless. He didn't react until Tim on the other end of the line asked him what to do. Then he asked with confusion.

a daze?" After hearing the

and said with some displeasure, "Repeat what you

a pause, he added in an unfriendly tone, "if you dare to speak one more word, you

the corners of his mouth. After glancing at the

to report work in a very serious manner. He no longer dared to tease him in the name of astonishment.

some vines growing, intertwining with thick trees at the bottom, and

was on the other end of the line, so he didn't pay much attention to other things. He listened attentively to what Tim said, and his

to do next." After a long while, he still