Stuck In His Heart

Taking off his dark suit, Richie exhaled a breath and walked upstairs with a strong smell of wine. He frowned as he smelled it.

He walked into the bedroom, and there was no light in it. The light was so dark that it was hard for people to adapt to it for a while. With the help of his memory, Richie found the bathroom in the darkness.

When the light was on, he could see clearly the woman sleeping on the bed, except her white face. Her whole body was totally buried in the quilt.

He smiled helplessly and tried to walk as lightly as possible. After taking his changing clothes, he entered the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

He curled up his lips as if he didn't observe it carefully and found nothing.

The sound of water flowing slowly through the door of the gauze window. His smooth figure was outlined by nobody but the light in the room.

He wiped off the water from his body and came out in a simple pajama. Then he left a gentle kiss on the forehead of the woman who seemed to be asleep.

"Good night, Consuela," He left in time and rushed to the study to finish the following cooperation case, but he did not see the woman's trembling eyelashes clearly.

After a slight sound of door closing, the huge bedroom returned to silence again. The woman in the bed slowly turned around.

"You coward. No wonder you were so suppressed." Her self mockery echoed in the quiet room.

All of a sudden, something dawned on her. She wiped the liquid on her face with her hand. Her hand was wet and she felt amused.

She was not born to be weak, but recently she seemed to have been too scared to fight back.

That was why unconsciously, a kind of inexplicable servility had been deeply rooted in the bone.

When she was in a daze, she suddenly felt a young and strong body pressed down on the bed beside her.

clothes, she could still feel the veins in his muscles. The veins were not exaggerated,

her power was inferior to that of Richie, but also her strength

you awakened by me?" he

grip on her waist. He drew closer to her, which made her

her eyes and

could only stay in the bed, feeling something was wrong with her. He

accidents also made him a little annoyed. He fell asleep soon

he had slept with Consuela, he

early morning of the next day, Richie got up noiselessly. After washing, he changed into the business suit and tied a tie

at the bed, the quilt was bulged up. She was

about to kiss her, his phone rang. He frowned and went away. Then he answered the

going on as usual. When Consuela got out of the bed, she didn't see the man. She felt happy and energetic.

Debbie. She kept

said through the phone. Consuela could

please tell me where you are?

she was trying to figure out where she was, "En... I am in the QS Street... Are you coming to

other side of the line, Consuela walked towards the direction. Emily helped to arrange her car.

City that was not touched by reinforced concrete. It was an ancient city style area and enjoyed a beautiful scenery. Sheryl and she once shared a

exact address of the pub. As

woman at the gate of a restaurant with red lanterns hanging on

anger and pounded the table in an attempt to bring that woman back to her senses. "You're not allowed to go to work in broad daylight. Do you think that man will be kind to you if he see

working in Sruthan Building for such a long time. What's the big deal? " She

a smile, "come on. Sit down and drink

to deal with this woman.