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.

poured a glass of lemonade for her and said resignedly, "Why are you in such a hurry? I don't have to

standing in front of her waved her hand quickly. Her gesture seemed to be cramped, but she couldn't tell the reason for her coming. Pressing her chin on her hand, Consuela squinted at her and said, "Take

with her big

glass of water in her hand, Consuela told

kind of expression on her face could always bring much joy

innocence, Miranda shook her head. She had made such a mistake once, to feed stray

down." If she went on like this,

the lemonade on the table to

arrived at the airport and was on

villa was not only a wedding room, but also a golden place that the man used to collect his lover

of the lemonade. Let alone, it was

who has been flattered by a series of

to pry into that person's identity. The frown on Consuela's forehead smoothed. As long as his old

an old lover, whatever her identity is, I am the young mistress of the Ye

if she

had no idea about that woman's temper and her experience here, but she knew how shrewish and shameless that woman

to the Ye's house together?" Miranda seemed to be aware that it was a restricted area in front of Mrs. Richie to mention

exaggerated expression on Miranda's face, Consuela laughed out loud and said, "Don't be a coward. No matter

the unfinished lemon juice upstairs, pouring water to the green plants she had

break down. Finally, after discussing with Nancy, she decided to call Richie and report to

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

picked up. The person on the other end of the phone should be talking to someone just now. After receiving the phone, he said

"What is it?"