Stuck In His Heart

She couldn't stand the force from the very beginning. She had seen all kinds of conflicts and suspicions from the very beginning, and she had also been despised by Harry.

She had gone through so many hardships and she didn't want to give up. She really didn't want herself to be looked down upon.

Tears began rolling down her eyes, from which the transparent colorless liquid slid to the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked it carelessly. They tasted salty.

Curling up like a baby was a sign of lack of security.

At this moment, she really hoped that time could go back. She didn't want to stay at home for Harry. She could go to any country or any other places, either traveling or studying abroad.

But all these had to be done in her imagination. She had almost lived a third of her life, and was almost destroyed by someone.

Inside the villa halfway up the mountain, only two men were chatting while drinking. No, in fact, only Richie had been talking all the time.

The words echoed in his mind. As Tim couldn't hear what he was saying, he took a few steps closer to him. Then he was forced by Richie to drink some spirits. His throat was so painful that he could not feel his heartbeat.

He got closer and heard the man murmuring. He was telling the story between him and Angie all the time. After getting drunk, there was excitement in his eyes that intoxicated him in the memory and he knew the end of the pain.

"We were going to get married, and she was going to be the mistress of the Ye Clan... All because of... I was so disappointing at that time, and she... "

Before he finished, he couldn't speak a complete word. He choked with sobs, trying to adjust his breath and stop himself from being sad.

Tim raised his goblet and gulped it down before he responded. The mysterious smile on his face was unfathomable.

caused by the accident. He did not feel any emotion of the victim, but kept talking

what Cassie had told him. If a man was drunk and didn't talk about his ex-girlfriend, his drinking

didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Until now, the image of the man who always said he would

I had a little sense of crisis or I had the ability to protect myself?

of colorless and transparent wine in his hand, Richie turned around and saw a blurry figure of Tim. He looked like

have three heads?" His big smile was still obstinate, which made Tim feel like his head was

he was drunk and he knew that what he said was no

silent for a while before he replied in a low voice. Richie looked at him with burning eyes.

the sky. Half of the face was hidden in the shadow, and

Then he leaned over and exhaled the smell of wine. "You haven't answered my

didn't know how to

legal wife, and he was

out his thoughts, "Richie, if Angie becomes your wife, you won't be able to meet

lowered his head to drink, unwilling to look at the man again.

stand firm and almost fell on

he landed on the ground steadily, Tim put away the worried look on his face and looked up at the trouble maker

and steady, but when he was drunk he was almost as cold as

think I know the answer." The first thing he said after he steadied himself was to answer what he had

half closed, his thin lips curved like a smile, and he seemed to refrain

was so worried about his boss after he got drunk. He really wanted to take him back to