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.

his sight, he lowered his

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

tea table. The laptop hadn't been in dormant. The headline on the news was harsh. He decided to

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

and only saw the corner of the

understand

been a mistake from the very

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

could leave. At least she

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

"Let's go downstairs."

Richie, Mr.

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

all over her mind, Miranda knew that it was

that Emily sent to investigate, but she was good

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

they didn't dare to

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

made them feel

her meal, Consuela wiped her mouth with a

help asking, "Mrs. Richie, will

vaguely. Would his anger subside today? If it was too serious,

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

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

the plate, she looked at the delicately carved wooden elevator, and then looked at the woman with the same