Stuck In His Heart

However, Richie was unable to slap any more. He held the woman's chin with one hand and raised her head to look at him. At this moment, he could see her little face clearly.

She bit her lower lip and stayed silent. The thick black eyelashes were trembling because of the fear in the bottom of her heart. Her face was stubborn and did not want to admit defeat.

Somehow, his hand was just patting on the shoulder as he felt a soft spot in his heart.

Consuela's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she just saw. The look on her face told him that the man in front of her was a freak who liked domestic violence.

It seemed that he was in a good mood again. He smiled and said, "For the sake of our child, I will let you go this time."

He knew how to hurt her heart, just like she knew that it was just an angry sentence, but she still couldn't help feeling sad.

Consuela's eyes were stained with tears. She just stared at him with a faint smile, her face full of disappointment.

What was she disappointed about?

Richie didn't have much time to speculate. He threw the photos on her. Consuela knew that those were given to her by Laura.

She bit her lower lip and said nothing. In the man's eyes, her expression was stubborn to the point of not giving in.

"I hope it won't happen again."

Raising her hand, she cast a few glares at him before turning around. "Thank you for your kindness," she said ironically

The pictures fell to the ground. The beautiful and shinning smile in the small square photo was now mocking their current situation.

She seemed to no longer know how to get along with this man. When they were with each other, they started all kinds of sarcasm or satire together.

disappeared in his sight, he lowered his head and looked at his hand with her

he wanted to smile, but the

hadn't been in dormant. The headline on the news was harsh. He decided to look into

and made a call. "Control the people who started those things, and then think of

he looked up at the upstairs and only saw the corner of the stairs. Others were blocked. Richie smiled bitterly. What was he

understand what

fact, their relationship should have been a mistake

away directly, regardless of the time. Curling up on the big bed in the master bedroom, Consuela listened to the roar of a driver's engine. She suddenly felt

better if he could leave. At least she

bed and opened the door. The woman dressed in the formal maid's clothes was about to peep

"Let's go downstairs."

Mrs. Richie,

eyes. She smiled and said, "Miranda, don't mention anything that I don't want to talk about. I want to have

her mind, Miranda knew that it was not a good time for free speech.

to investigate, but she was good at gauging people's mind.

aside,

dare

was too clear that she didn't want to answer the question,

frankness made

meal, Consuela wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking a bit

help asking, "Mrs. Richie, will

vaguely. Would his anger subside today? If it was too serious, could she ask Mrs. Ye to come here and take care

her mouth and paused for a second. Then she quickly wiped her mouth and kneaded the napkin

of the dinning room. Only the people around looked

When plum LAN took the plate, she looked at the delicately carved wooden elevator, and then looked at the woman with the same