Stuck In His Heart

The discussions in the classmates group were gradually stopped, and no one dared to say anything more. They only asked a few symbolic questions and then began to change the topic.

The group was usually not very active, but this time, it attracted a lot of people.

When Consuela was out of the small window of the classmates group, she found that the window of dormitory shaking crazily.

Stacy who always chatted with others and could find all the materials she wanted was chatting with others happily. Then all the online sentences were added to her words.

Consuela stood up and grabbed a glass of yoghurt. Then she checked the chatting records. Most of the messages were about the conversation between Terence and Adriana. They were talking about the romantic stories that had to be told after they got married.

Feeling bored, she neglected it and decided to watch TV.

On that night, when Richie came back, he was not in a good mood. His face was dark which could be seen by the naked eye. She was afraid that something bad would happen.

Consuela had planned to eat alone or grab something else to fill her stomach. But Emily had told her that she was pregnant and she couldn't eat too casually.

When she was waiting for the servant to serve the food, Richie came back. His coat was hanging over his arm. Three buttons of his white shirt were loosened, revealing his collarbone.

He was both coquettish and proud.

She didn't know how to respond, so she tried to compose herself and said, "you're back."

Perhaps it was because he didn't expect that she would say something to him, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Yes." His short and long nasal sound made Consuela feel bad.

She was just like moved her face close to him, waiting for his slap. It did hurt.

During the dinner, both of them kept silent. With a darkened face, Richie had a bad appetite. He picked up a pair of chopsticks with his chopsticks and deliberately picked up some food. In comparison, Consuela was such an appetizing woman.

having three bowls of

the edge of the bowl with chopsticks and asked the satisfied woman, "you

his face. How could she eat so

from the look on his face and the tone of his voice, she could tell that he was not

was not happy, she felt

and left. The black coat was taken to

tempered young man," She put down her bowl and chopsticks, shook her

he went upstairs, she picked up the coat.

delete the photos, she looked for them from her handbag.

that made his face

they were slowly casting again. Neither of them could go

was not a good

room, Consuela watched the nonstop idol drama. With a cup of coffee in her hand,

stood up and said, "Let

and then looked at the stairs, as if she was considering the practicability of her

not get along well with each other. Would Mrs. Richie splash the coffee directly on Mr.

if he waits for a long time." After hesitating for a while, Miranda finally decided to turn her down politely.

kind to her a second ago suddenly changed her face

I

Richie, I don't think

took the bowl and comforted, "if you get into trouble, I'll take the blame

and saw her. There was no expression on his face. He

two of them had become the same type of people in speaking.

Instead, she merely put the coffee on the table in front of him.

coffee to him and was