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

her hand quickly. Her gesture seemed to be cramped, but she couldn't tell the reason for

and shook her head with her

you been caught eating the food cooked by Emily again?" With a glass of water in her hand, Consuela told the servant to

expression on her face

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

on like this, she could only perform

drank up the lemonade on the table to get her

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

it turned out that this villa was not only a wedding room, but also a golden place that the man used to

head, she took a sip of the lemonade. Let alone, it

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

lover, whatever her identity is, I am the young mistress

her eyes, as if she was comforting Miranda or herself.

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

come here or we go to the Ye's house together?" Miranda seemed to be aware that it was a

Consuela laughed out loud and said, "Don't be a coward.

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

break down.

solve it by himself. Mrs. Richie

to someone just now. After receiving the phone, he said 'wait'

"What is it?"