Stuck In His Heart

How could he be so brazen to question her?

"If you distrust me just because of the information you collected, I have nothing to say."

She had a deep love for Harry in the past and somehow couldn't extricate herself. She couldn't deny this, nor would she deny it.

No matter how that man was corroded, she could not erase the mark she had left.

It was her first love, but finally turned into a misty bubble.

Tut, it was really hypocritical.

"Okay, I trust you once." Said Richie with a smile. He lowered his head and looked into her eyes.

However, much to Consuela's surprise, she knew very well that this man in front of her was a paranoid. This suspicious man turned his face faster than turning a book. He didn't ask anything for no reason.

Richie's remarks made her feel sad and uncertain about her future.

The two people, who always didn't like each other, would never live well.

Then he fell asleep with his wife in his arms. His thick eyelashes covered his attractive eyes.

He put his hand on her waist instinctively again, getting closer to her.

Consuela pursed her lips and looked at the man sleeping soundly. She furrowed her eyebrows as if telling him that she wasn't satisfied with him.

This second, he was as happy as a baby when the baby in her belly kicked her. In the next second, he could turn his face immediately for something unimportant.

and bad to her little by little. Maybe she was really like a ruthless cat who could

arrogant Laura and the photo hidden under the dressing table

gap between them, and Angie, who would came back in

woken up by the nightmare at midnight. She trembled, her lips trembling

darkness. It was as if someone had stretched out

bed. She touched nothing, but there was only coldness

overhead. Through the dim and soft light, she saw

to care about where the man had gone. She held the quilt tightly and went

less than one month, but suddenly,

that her parents could not see this man. However,

but she could not share the burdens of him. He didn't say anything, but she

no matter what

nightmare. She sat on the bedside, wondering how to get rid of the nightmare. Just

to herself and was about to tell the person what had

managed to force a smile, but there was sweat on her forehead.

to her. He took out his hands in his pockets and put one hand on her

frowned, and his voice, which had not much emotion, was softened by

manner, Consuela didn't know what to say. She knew it

she just went

bit hot. It'll be okay after I have

face looked pale, so she must

Looking at the flickering eyes of the

to be in a good mood, and didn't even look tired.

that it was already three o'clock in the morning.