Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 171 An Uncertain Man (1)

"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."

Then, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Still, she didn't want to leave.

If she ran away now, she might not have the courage to say that in the face of the man in the future, and the gap was deeply buried in her heart.

Many things were accumulated slowly and eventually burst out, and the consequences could not be redeemed.

Consuela cleared her throat and answered, "yes, it's me."

Her bright eyes swept around until she spotted a handbag on the sofa nearby. Maybe he hadn't seen what was in it?

She didn't know what to say.

Looking up at the man's dim white face, not a fool could understand his gloomy mood at the moment.

Her wishful thinking which just flew up was completely shattered by his lost expression.

"What's the matter?" It was rare that he spoke in a normal relaxed tone.

She saw no surprise in his eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was the one who had come in.

She couldn't help but think more about the words "get out" before.

"I have prepared something to eat for you. Do you need it now?"

She was a good talker without anything holding in her hands. The innocent look on her face was obvious. How annoying she was.

He lowered his head and turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees "No, you can save it for yourself.

If you have nothing to do, remember to close the door for me when you leave." He seemed to drive her away without any scruples at all.

Biting her lower lip, she nodded in agreement, but her legs were stiff and she couldn't move a single step.

Silence, as if after a quarrel, awkward silence. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Then I won't disturb your work." Consuela realized that the man didn't want to talk to her. She took a deep breath and walked towards the sofa.

Putting aside other things, she felt relieved with the handbag in her hand.

However, the man paid no 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 her bag.

Very slight movement, she didn't feel anything, and the photos were gone.

She was shocked, but she couldn't show any other expression on her face. She took back her hand naturally, and then with the handbag in her hand she walked to the door.

This movement lasted for a very short time, but somehow because of a guilty conscience, she felt like a century had passed.

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

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

The man behind him couldn't hold his breath anymore. He opened the drawer and took out some fake photos. "Are you looking for these photos?"

She 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 know how to face him.

Richie said in a calm voice, like a pool of cold water on a cold night, which made her shiver.

"You..." The eerie silence befell Consuela. She turned around and saw the stern looking man with crossed legs.

She did not say a word in the end.

The photos were held and played by Richie at the moment. It was reflected into his eyes through the reflected sunshine. His dark eyes were full of external light.

The room was so quiet that they felt weird.

Richie looked up at the woman whose hands were clenched into fists. He looked up at her fair face and asked, "is there anything you want to say?"

His thin lips curled into a sneer.

Consuela took a deep breath. She leaned back against the European style carved gate, staring at the photo in Richie's hand silently.

She didn't know what else to say. Could she tell him that she took the photo to do identification, or she had a lot of thoughts because of the photos?

No, she couldn't say anything more. But what could she answer now?

She had been lost in thought. It was the best way to solve the problem that she pretended to be silly. But now, in front of Richie's observant eyes, she found it difficult to play dumb.

"I have nothing to say. What do you want to do?" Frowning, she looked at her husband fearlessly.

Only she knew how much she was scared and confused.

And it was all because she found out the secret of her husband's ex-girlfriend. It was ironic, just like he laughed.

Annoyed, he took out all the photos from the drawer, put them one by one on the table, stood up and walked towards Consuela.

Seeing the man concerned and perplexed, Consuela couldn't say a harsh word. And she was indeed a little soft hearted.

"What are you worried about? Here you are. The photos are back to you. You're in a cold sweat. Go take a shower." He put the photos into her handbag and touched her forehead with a smile.