Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 163 Photos Exposed (7)

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

Tim had just consoled himself. He picked it up and answered the

and dark clouds, and didn't know when the

in the villa put aside his work, smoked half a pack of

looked up at the bright lights not

and was about to burn to the skin of his fingers. Then, it was thrown on the floor without hesitation.

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

the door was pushed open and

of black, white, clear eyes, and swept directly at the desk. When

watched quietly as the woman's facial expressions changed. He was also counting the time. He

dim eyes, like a light that pointed the direction

he didn't notice it

him. She wondered how he had

Was there a mysterious door at the back of the

death of the people in TV series who

the study blocked the sight of Richie. He stood still, but she

leave, a cough attracted her attention. She walked inside, and

dark eyes looked at her, deep and bright. It attracted her to

was a handsome man no matter what kind of thing

the man's eyes, she suddenly felt as if she was a head lower than

the ground, he put one of his hands on a crooked long leg and stared at her with

moment of silence, Consuela straightened up, trying to make herself look as imposing as possible. She then stood

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

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