Stuck In His Heart

Fortunately, the news was blocked so quickly by Richie that her father hadn't seen any news about slander. Otherwise, how could he call her so late.

She was not in a good mood, so she kept rejecting any contact with outsiders.

Resting on the white, pinkish style pillow that she had bought recently, Consuela sighed with profound resignation.

She thought that if she didn't take the initiative to remind him of the matter, he might want to go back on his words or he might not take it seriously.

But when she picked up the phone, she didn't know what to say. She could only stare at the phone with her eyes wide open and looked at a loss.

The sunshine was three inches away from the bed. She took a deep breath and got out of the bed to do something else.

It was the man who had promised her that. Why would she feel guilty and uneasy? If Richie dared to refuse, she had already made up her mind to scold him.

Cursing him to death.

As she bit the straw, she suddenly realized that she didn't want Richie to go home together. Instead, she was more eager to scold him.

As expected, staying with a man with mental illness for a long time could be infected.

Boom... A burst of rapid footsteps were heard, and then the penetrating sound of Miranda was heard.

"Mrs. Richie, Mrs. Richie ..."

"Something is wrong!" Consuela told herself. She watched Miranda running towards the bedroom absent-minded. When she arrived, she started panting.

glass of lemonade for her and said resignedly, "Why are you in such a

Her gesture seemed to be cramped, but she couldn't tell the reason for her coming. Pressing her chin

her head with her big and clear eyes. She couldn't just

cooked by Emily again?" With a glass of water in her hand, Consuela told the servant to calm down first.

expression on her face could

had made such a mistake once, to feed stray cats. How could it be possible that

on like

lemonade on the table to get her voice back.

said that Mr. Richie's old flame had arrived at the airport and was on

it turned out that this villa was not only a wedding room,

old flame?" Raising her head, she took a sip of the lemonade. Let alone, it was really sour

been flattered by a series of Companies in M Country." Miranda replied, frowning,

quick to pry into that person's identity. The frown on Consuela's forehead smoothed. As long as his old flame wasn't

an old lover, whatever her identity is, I

disdain in her eyes, as if she was comforting Miranda or

in front of Miranda got worried. She thought that Mrs. Richie had no idea about that woman's temper and

Miranda seemed to be aware that it was a restricted area in front of Mrs. Richie to mention

out loud and said, "Don't be a coward. No matter how strong and

up and took the unfinished lemon juice upstairs, pouring water to the green plants

break down. Finally, after discussing with Nancy, she decided to

Mr. Richie's matter, he should solve it by himself. Mrs. Richie was pregnant, she should not be too emotional.

the other end of the phone should be talking to someone just now. After receiving the phone, he said 'wait' softly and then went away in the noise. In silence,

"What is it?"