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

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

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

took out his phone and made a call. "Control the people who started those things, and then think

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

understand what he

been a mistake from

dark 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

could leave. At least she wouldn't

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,

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

Despite the questions all over her mind, Miranda knew that

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

The servants just stood aside,

wanted to say something, but they didn't dare to say a

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

frankness made them feel nervous.

Consuela wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking

came to pack up, she couldn't help

asked her vaguely. Would his anger subside today? If it was too serious, could she ask Mrs. Ye to

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

walked out of the dinning room. Only the

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