Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 172 An Uncertain Man (2)

Consuela, however, was scared by the dramatic turn and her legs became weak. She put her hand on the doorknob behind her, and with a mocking smile, she took a step back and leaned against the door.

She had seen this man act crazily because of what had happened three years ago, so she felt very scared.

In fact, it wasn't a good time for Richie to pretend to be calm. As long as she really looked at him, she could see the sadness on his face.

It was like a sword, stabbing directly into her heart. Her blood poured out. But no one wanted to save her.

"Then I'll leave now and won't disturb your work." She raised her head and looked into the eyes of the man above her, forcing a smile.

Both of them were not good actors. They would act like a clumsy clown when they lost control of their emotions.

Richie took a step back to spare some room for her and looked at her. She didn't want to stay for a second. She trotted away as soon as the door opened. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She still forgot to close the door. Standing at the door, he saw her running away. He didn't remind her to be careful of the baby any more.

His face was as cold as ice. When she was in the room, she could feel it.

He was just pretending to be calm and composed just now. He was just acting to show her. He was really calm and could talk to her like that.

Compared with the last time, he was far more secure.

At the same time, she also knew that she would be investigated by that man. But that was fine. She could not find out the reason why Laura sent her the photo. That man should be able to do it.

Their relationship had eased for a long time, but it seemed to freeze again due to the photos and was unusually cold.

"How could you be so reckless?" She should have destroyed the photos directly. Even if she didn't throw them to the trash can, she should burn them up.

Then she would suddenly find out there were so many solutions only when the matter was exposed. But it was still too late.

That night, Richie slept directly in the study, and even took a bath in the room next to the master bedroom. Acting fiercely, he told her that the cold war had begun.

The stars were sparkling in the dark, taking up most of the sky. Sitting on the deck chair in the balcony, Consuela could see the lights in the study.

The man could also see her sitting on the balcony. Thanks to the designer's painstaking efforts, the design of this angle was really good.

However, they didn't greet each other. Instead, they tacitly didn't care about each other and ignored each other.

Holding the laptop that the man gave her, she began to watch the comedy love movie which she just downloaded. The more she watched, the more bored she felt, though the words in it were funny.

Maybe it was because she was alone now and had no popcorn in her hands that she felt bored.

When she was about to look up at the man to see what he was doing, her body reacted more quickly than her head. She pinched the flesh on her leg with one hand, and then pinched half of it ruthlessly.

'I don't want to be a coward. I don't want to be the one who concedes defeat. No matter what he did, except good-looking, what else can be remembered.'

After hypnotizing herself in the bottom of her heart for a while, she gradually fell asleep in the sound of the love movie. Before she fell asleep, she heard a sentence:

"True love should be able to tolerate everything, no matter how bad or perfect the other person is."

Love?

It turned out that she could only simply say she liked him. A bit of good impression of him would be thoroughly forgotten.

The man working in the study couldn't be calm no matter how hard he tried, but he could clearly feel the change in himself.

What happened to Angie and him three years ago was a forbidden zone for him. He would explode at any time if anyone touched it.

He had been really angry at her last time. But now, when he saw the frightened look on her face and the fear in her eyes, he cautiously stood behind her, keeping silent.

She seemed to have touched his soft spot, leaving him speechless and unable to speak. All he could do was to sulk alone.

After his anger dissipated, he thought it over carefully and sensed that something was wrong when he came back to his senses.

It was impossible for Consuela to know exactly what had happened three years ago, let alone get the photos and what she had done with them.

She shouldn't dare to do anything stupid now. She was just too simple. The Xia Clan still needed his help.

Before he could figure it out, he had already dialed the number of Tim. When the man complained about the fierce bell at midnight, he ordered in a cold voice, "check the recent activities of Cassie and Consuela."

The first person he had thought of was Cassie who had shared the same enemy with her in the past few days. It just so happened that the woman had a big mouth and wanted to pour out everything.

And she was one of the few people who knew what had happened three years ago.

She was so suspicious.

Tim just fell asleep. In a daze, he asked, "Did you quarrel with Consuela again?"

He blurted out these words intuitively without thinking.

All of a sudden, the pen in the hand of Richie fell on the table, and the man on the other side could feel the sudden coldness even through separated from the microphone.

He awoke from a long sleep and said, "You and Consuela get along well with each other. It's impossible that you will quarrel. I shouldn't have said that."

The man who was revealed the truth became angry from embarrassment. "Shut up."

After a short while, Tim sat up straight with his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what he heard? His bark was worse than his bite.

Richie slammed the phone on the table and looked up at the screen. The screen was covered with blue letters intertwined with English.

Exhaling deeply, He wanted to get some cigarettes in the drawer, only to find that he had smoke up all the cigarettes last time.

He was a heavy smoker and would smoke to ease the stress in work or in case of something he wanted to escape.

However, ever since Consuela was pregnant and lived in the villa, he began to quit smoking. And sometimes he just couldn't help himself but smoke. It was an accident last time.

He seemed to think of that woman again.

He closed his laptop, rested one of his hands on his jaw, and looked out of the French window. Then he saw the woman sleeping soundly at the main bedroom balcony.

The laptop was still put on an unknown movie. The colorful lights fell on her body, making her indescribably warm.

Richie stood up and sighed, "what should I do with you?"