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.

her and said resignedly, "Why are you in such a

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

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

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

lively and every kind of expression on her face could always bring much joy to

once, to feed stray cats. How could it be

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

Frowning, she drank up the lemonade on the table to get her

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

villa was not only a wedding room, but

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

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

identity. The frown on Consuela's forehead smoothed. As long as his

an old lover, whatever her identity

eyes, as if she was comforting Miranda or herself.

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

to be aware that it was a restricted area in front of Mrs. Richie to mention the name

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

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

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

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

the other end of the phone should be talking to someone just now. After receiving the phone, he said 'wait' softly and

"What is it?"