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.

in his sight, he

if he wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth kept moving down. It was really

the tea table. The laptop hadn't been in dormant. The headline on the

out his phone and made a call. "Control the

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

woman understand what

relationship should have been a

the big bed in the master bedroom, Consuela listened to the

if he could leave. At least she wouldn't

was time for dinner. Miranda knocked at the door of the master bedroom. Consuela got up from the bed and opened the door. The woman dressed in the formal maid's

"Let's go downstairs."

Mrs. Richie, Mr.

eyebrows, trying to cover the upset in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Miranda, don't mention anything that I don't want to talk about. I want to have a

relationship reach this point again? Despite the questions all over her

investigate, but she was good

stood aside, watching her eating. They

to say something, but they didn't dare to say a word without Consuela's

she didn't want to answer the question, so she pretended that

made

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

pack up, she couldn't help asking, "Mrs.

anger subside today? If it was too serious, could she

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

of the dinning room. Only the people

looked at the delicately carved wooden elevator, and