Stuck In His Heart

Her face contorted in pain. She wished that he could pass out now.

Perhaps it was because the expression on her face was too obvious that Richie suddenly raised the corner of his lips and asked gently, "What kind of good fate have you arranged for me in the bottom of your heart?"

He thought, 'are you thinking of me as a ghost again?'

There was only a little of liquid left in the infusion bottle. She turned her head to look at the man. "I'll ask the nurse to change the infusion bottle for you," she said.

She ignored all the shouts from behind and walked out attentively.

But she could feel that the man's dark eyes followed her all the way. According to her understanding of the man for more than a few days, the more amiable he was, or the more gentle and polite he was, it was a sign of some perversion.

The ominous premonition came to her mind. She really didn't have the courage to rush up and have a stroke of bad luck.

After walking out of the master bedroom and asking the nurse to accompany her, she finally felt a sense of security.

When Richie was changing the infusion bottle, he was lying on the sofa, eyes closed. His computer, which had been working at high speed, was also turned off.

Now he was relaxed. Consuela raised her eyes to observe his face. Richie's skin was born with white color, but now it was red because of a high fever. It was undeniable that his white skin made him look more attractive.

His white shirt was wrinkled. On his black trousers, there was a hand with distinct and pale bones and a silver needle.

His quiet and indifferent expression made her feel enchanting. He was really charming, with smile in his eyes but still with a long face.

When Consuela was thinking about the man, the man's eyes had already been dimmed. He licked the corner of his mouth and asked, "are you satisfied with what you see now?"

interrupted. Her face blushed scarlet

of brutes. She even didn't know when the nurse had

raised her eyes cooperatively, glanced at him back and forth, and smiled with

his eyebrows and wanted to take a closer look at this shameless woman, but she had stepped back unconsciously. She reached for the doorknob and said, I won't be here and disturb your

pretended like nothing had happened and ran away when Richie stared at her.

and even worse after she went downstairs. She knew that man didn't want to talk much about his private affairs with

guesses he let her guess were intended to cover up

hidden his emotions too deep. She racked her brains to find out what his was his real

The color drained from her cheeks, making her

He decided to put on his clothes and leave. Holding a plate of fruit, Consuela watched him push the door open and then leave.

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were almost the same. If she urged him to stay, she would have been just trying to make herself more embarrassed.

in Miranda's eyes, got up and went upstairs to the study, continuing to read the book she hadn't

didn't like philosophical books. Instead, she liked reading books with heavy feeling, such as ghosts and unpredictable things. She thought that it was best to have a strange and

about the type of books she liked. The books always made her

boring. Since her husband asked her to stay

to time, Mrs. Ye would accompany her, take her out to

understand the customs in the circle. It was common for her to learn to compare to others and to

good for her but not

woman rushed over. She wore a luxurious cheongsam with light blue and

Wendy was born in a wealthy family, she had been well educated in literature. As a result, no one would look down upon her or her