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.

it was not

rang. Tim had just consoled himself. He picked it up

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

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

French window and looked up at the bright lights not far away. There was an unspeakable

his fingers, and was about to burn

rolled a few circles on the wood floor. The scarlet little fire did not extinguish. In his eyes,

was pushed open and a little

a pair of black, white, clear eyes, and swept directly at the desk. When she didn't see the person she wanted to see, she frowned slightly.

expressions changed. He was also counting the time. He wondered when the dull

light burst out from his dim eyes, like a light that pointed the direction in the dark, which lightened his mood

didn't notice it at all.

She wondered how he had

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

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 truth.

of the study blocked the sight of Richie. He stood still, but she couldn't see

attention. She walked inside, and saw

at his feet. His dark eyes looked at her, deep

he was a handsome man no matter what kind of thing he tossed

straight into the man's eyes, she suddenly felt as if she was a

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

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

room unpleasant. It was as if someone blindly poured nicotine into