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.

After she disappeared in his sight,

his lips as if he wanted to smile, but the corners

been in dormant. The

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

upstairs and only saw the corner of the stairs. Others were blocked. Richie

understand what he was thinking at

their relationship should have been a

up the dark coat from the sofa, and drove away directly, regardless of the time. Curling up on the big bed in the master

be better if he could leave. At least she

the master bedroom. Consuela got up from the bed and opened the door. The woman dressed in the formal maid's clothes was about to peep inside. Consuela

"Let's go downstairs."

Richie,

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

Despite the questions all over her mind, Miranda knew that it was not a good time for free speech.

to investigate, but she was good

was rather depressing. The servants just stood aside, watching her eating. They didn't say anything and just stood there with the

say something, but they didn't dare

what they wanted to ask. She was too clear that she didn't want to answer the

her frankness made them feel

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

help asking, "Mrs. Richie, will Mr.

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

mouth and kneaded the napkin into a ball. "Sorry, I

up and walked out of the dinning room. Only the people around looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

tell Mrs. Ye about this?" When plum LAN took the plate, she looked at the delicately carved wooden elevator, and then looked at the woman with