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.

resignedly, "Why are you in such a hurry? I don't have to run around. Drink some water

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

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

eating the food cooked by Emily again?" With a glass

were lively and every kind of expression on her face

her head. She had made such a mistake once, to feed stray cats.

down and calm down." If she went on like

the lemonade on

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

only a wedding room, but also a golden place that the man used to collect his

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

has been flattered by a series of

into that person's identity. The frown on Consuela's forehead smoothed. As long as his old flame wasn't Angie, she wouldn't be afraid of her

so worried? His old lover is an old lover, whatever her identity is, I am the young mistress of

in her eyes, as if she was comforting Miranda

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

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

the exaggerated expression on Miranda's face, Consuela laughed out loud and said, "Don't be

unfinished lemon juice upstairs, pouring water to the green plants

at the woman who had no sense of crisis, Miranda was about to break down. Finally, after discussing with

Richie's matter, he should solve it by himself. Mrs. Richie was

phone should be talking to someone just now. After receiving

"What is it?"