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

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

took a deep breath and shook her head with her big

a glass of water in her hand, Consuela told the servant to calm

her face could always bring

her innocence, Miranda shook her head. She had made such a mistake once, to feed stray cats. How could it be possible that

fine. Sit down and calm down." If she went on like this,

lemonade on the table to get her

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

her eyebrows. Oh, it turned out that this villa was not only a wedding room, but also a

head, she took a sip of the lemonade. Let

a fashion new employee who has been flattered by a series of Companies in M

person's identity. The frown on Consuela's forehead smoothed. As long as his old flame wasn't

are you so worried? His old lover is an old lover, whatever

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

Miranda got worried. She thought that Mrs. Richie had no idea about that woman's temper and her experience

seemed to be aware that it was a

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

the unfinished lemon juice upstairs, pouring water to the

had no sense of crisis, Miranda was about to break down.

should solve it by himself. Mrs.

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 said 'wait' softly and then went away in the noise. In silence, the man began to

"What is it?"