Stuck In His Heart

Tim put down his phone and forced a wry smile.

It was easy for him to refuse, and he would never believe what he heard or saw. But he knew that seeing was believing.

It was hard to uproot such kind of idea once it was deeply rooted in one's mind.

"Bang Bang Bang..." There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in, please." Tim exhaled a deep breath and looked at the secretary in black and white suit walking in. After putting up her black frame glasses, she reported the schedule to him.

"Mr. Tim, there's a document which needs your signature, and a client needs you to deliver it in person. The dinner is set in half an hour."

"Okay, I know."

He pinched his forehead, the blue veins throbbing in his temples. Again, he scolded Richie in his heart, leaving behind a lot of work that should be done by himself.

Instead, he was at home with his wife and the child who was about to be born.

After grumbling in his heart for a long time, he lifted the cup of coffee on the table and had a sip. Immediately he felt a little depressed.

Cassie usually texted him or called him to remind him to have lunch. When she was not busy, she would bring him to eat directly.

But ever since the last time she drank and cursed, the relationship between the two had not been as warm as before. He did not have the mood to play up to her, and Cassie should have also felt heart broken.

Sometimes he felt that it was good to live like this, and sometimes he felt a little unaccustomed to it as now, and then he felt depressed subconsciously.

not a bad

phone rang. Tim had just consoled himself. He picked it up and answered the phone. His face darkened at the sight of the

a feeling that the sun met the thick and dark clouds, and didn't know when the

put aside his work, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and sat on the ground regardless

at the bright lights not far away. There was an unspeakable desolation and loneliness in his

scarlet smoke was winding inch by inch between his fingers, and was about to burn to the skin of his

little fire did not extinguish. In his eyes, there

the door was pushed open and a little head came out from

and swept directly at the desk. When she didn't see the person she

as the woman's facial expressions changed. He was also counting the time. He wondered when the dull woman

from his dim eyes, like a light that pointed the

he didn't notice it

him. She wondered how he had disappeared all

any secret gears in the study? Was there a mysterious door at the back of the book? And then was there a large amount of treasure?

the study with her big round eyes. When she thought of the miserable death of the people in TV series who knew too much, she wasn't interested in finding out the

in front of the study blocked the sight of Richie. He

about to leave, a cough attracted her attention. She walked inside, and saw decadent

at her,

he was a handsome man no matter what

eyes, she suddenly felt as if she was a head lower than him.

his hands on a crooked long leg and stared at her with dark eyes, as if

to make herself look as imposing as possible. She then stood up and asked, "what kind of art

she didn't find the smell of the room unpleasant. It was as if someone blindly poured nicotine into the room, making her difficult