Stuck In His Heart

"Who sent you here?" After a pause, an idea struck Consuela.

"It's Mr. Richie. He asked me to come here and apologize to you. He said that if I didn't get your forgiveness, I couldn't stay here," Miranda said, lowering her head.

She should be scared to death by him.

"It doesn't matter. You can leave now. You don't need to do such a trivial thing."

"Yes..." Miranda wanted to say something, but she finally chose to be silent.

She left, trembling. Only Consuela stood in the corridor with one hand on the doorknob. She didn't know whether she should go to the study to face the storm of his anger or just keep silent.

At the end of the corridor, there was a storm brewing in the study of Richie.

How much did he care about the past that he rebuked Miranda like this? All she could think about now was that pointing at one but abuse another.

As a warning to her.

She grabbed the doorknob for a moment, but didn't open it. With a giggle, she walked towards the study.

No matter what bad face he had made, she wanted to have a look at it. Then she would give in once she had a desire.

She walked to the door of the study which left a crack not closed completely. It seemed to be waiting for someone to push it open and enter directly.

For the photos, Consuela didn't want to tell him the truth, though she had noticed how nice Richie had been to her lately.

However, there was something that could not be completely concealed. It was better to be exposed as soon as possible.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a regular knock on the door. However, before she saw the man's face, she was frightened by a gloomy voice. "Get out."

the sweat off

in the face of the man in the future, and

were accumulated slowly and eventually burst out, and the consequences could not

and answered, "yes,

the sofa nearby. Maybe he hadn't seen what

didn't know what to

face, not a fool could understand his gloomy mood at

just flew up was

the matter?" It was rare that he spoke in a normal

pushed the door open, as if

couldn't help but think more about the words "get

to eat for you. Do you need it

The innocent look on her face was obvious. How annoying she was.

turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a

for me when you leave." He seemed to drive her away without any scruples

she nodded in agreement, but her legs were stiff

a quarrel, awkward

want to talk to her.

things, she felt relieved with the handbag in

attention to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a glance at him and turned her back to him. She fumbled in

didn't feel anything,

on her face. She took back her hand naturally, and then with the handbag in her hand she walked

time, but somehow because of a guilty conscience, she felt

could reach the door after she took a step forward, and then she left regardless of anything. This seemed not to be a

as Richie did not ask, she could not mention it with unusual cooperation.

man behind him couldn't hold his breath anymore. He opened the drawer and took out

grasped the doorknob with one hand and held her bag with the other. She was too stiff to look back at the man. She didn't