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.

figure, Richie stood still without any movements. After she disappeared in his sight, he lowered his head and looked at

wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth kept moving down.

The headline on the news was harsh. He

the people who started

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

woman understand what he was thinking at the

been a

coat from the sofa, and drove 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

if he could leave. At least she wouldn't have to face him

door of 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 took a step forward subconsciously

"Let's go downstairs."

Richie, Mr.

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 talk about. I want to have

again? Despite the questions all over her mind, Miranda knew that it was not a

the one that Emily sent to investigate, but she was good

room was rather depressing. The servants just stood aside, watching her

but they didn't dare to

to ask. She was too clear that she didn't want to answer the question, so she

her frankness made them

her meal, Consuela wiped her mouth

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

it was too serious, could she

wiped her mouth and paused for a second. Then she quickly wiped her mouth and kneaded the napkin into a ball. "Sorry, I don't know," she said

up and walked out of the dinning room. Only the people

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