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.

her receding figure, Richie stood still without any movements. After she disappeared in his sight, he lowered his

the corners of his mouth kept

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

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

the corner of the stairs. Others were blocked. Richie

ridiculous. How could that woman understand what he was thinking at the moment.

their relationship should have been a mistake from the

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

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

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 clothes was about

"Let's go downstairs."

Richie, Mr.

She smiled and said, "Miranda, don't mention anything

Despite the questions all over her mind, Miranda

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

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

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

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

her frankness made them

wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking a bit

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

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

she quickly wiped her mouth and kneaded the napkin into a ball. "Sorry, I don't

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

I 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 the same look on her face.