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.

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

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

deep breath and shook her head with her big and clear eyes. She couldn't just take her time.

Emily again?" With a glass of

expression on her face

her head. She had made such a mistake once, to feed stray cats. How could it be possible that others would always laugh at her?

she went on like this, she could only perform an incomparably complicated heart

lemonade on the table to get her voice back.

flame had arrived at the airport and was

only a wedding room, but also a golden place that

head, she took a sip of the

of Companies in M Country." Miranda replied, frowning, as if she was reciting

The frown on Consuela's forehead smoothed.

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

was disdain in her eyes, as if she

Mrs. Richie had no idea about that woman's

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

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

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

sense of crisis, Miranda was about to break down. Finally, after discussing with

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

few more times, the call was finally picked up. The person on the other end of the phone should be talking to someone just now. After receiving the phone, he

"What is it?"