Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 190 Unhappy Anniversary (2)

Fortunately, the news was blocked so quickly by Richie that her father hadn't seen any news about slander. Otherwise, how could he call her so late.

She was not in a good mood, so she kept rejecting any contact with outsiders.

Resting on the white, pinkish style pillow that she had bought recently, Consuela sighed with profound resignation.

She thought that if she didn't take the initiative to remind him of the matter, he might want to go back on his words or he might not take it seriously.

But when she picked up the phone, she didn't know what to say. She could only stare at the phone with her eyes wide open and looked at a loss.

The sunshine was three inches away from the bed. She took a deep breath and got out of the bed to do something else.

It was the man who had promised her that. Why would she feel guilty and uneasy? If Richie dared to refuse, she had already made up her mind to scold him.

Cursing him to death.

As she bit the straw, she suddenly realized that she didn't want Richie to go home together. Instead, she was more eager to scold him.

As expected, staying with a man with mental illness for a long time could be infected.

Boom... A burst of rapid footsteps were heard, and then the penetrating sound of Miranda was heard.

"Mrs. Richie, Mrs. Richie ..."

"Something is wrong!" Consuela told herself. She watched Miranda running towards the bedroom absent-minded. When she arrived, she started panting.

Consuela poured a glass of lemonade for her and said resignedly, "Why are you in such a hurry? I don't have to run around. Drink some water first."

The girl standing in front of her waved her hand quickly. Her gesture seemed to be cramped, but she couldn't tell the reason for her coming. Pressing her chin on her hand, Consuela squinted at her and said, "Take your time."

Miranda took a deep breath and shook her head with her big and clear eyes. She couldn't just take her time.

"Have you been caught eating the food cooked by Emily again?" With a glass of water in her hand, Consuela told the servant to calm down first.

They were lively and every kind of expression on her face could always bring much joy to Consuela.

To prove her innocence, Miranda shook her head. She had made such a mistake once, to feed stray cats. How could it be possible that others would always laugh at her?

"Fine, fine. Sit down and calm down." If she went on like this, she could only perform an incomparably complicated heart play.

Miranda didn't sit down. Frowning, she drank up the lemonade on the table to get her voice back.

"Mrs. Richie it was said that Mr. Richie's old flame had arrived at the airport and was on the way to the villa."

Consuela paused and raised her eyebrows. Oh, it turned out that this villa was not only a wedding room, but also a golden place that the man used to collect his lover before.

"Which old flame?" Raising her head, she took a sip of the lemonade. Let alone, it was really sour to the bone. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Miss Vivian, she is a fashion new employee who has been flattered by a series of Companies in M Country." Miranda replied, frowning, as if she was reciting some formula.

She was really quick to pry into that person's identity. The frown on Consuela's forehead smoothed. As long as his old flame wasn't Angie, she wouldn't be afraid of her anymore.

"Why are you so worried? His old lover is an old lover, whatever her identity is, I am the young mistress of the Ye Clan."

There was disdain in her eyes, as if she was comforting Miranda or herself.

However, the girl standing in front of Miranda got worried. She thought that Mrs. Richie had no idea about that woman's temper and her experience here, but she knew how shrewish and shameless that woman was.

"Mrs. Richie, how about asking Mrs. Ye to come here or we go to the Ye's house together?" Miranda seemed to be aware that it was a restricted area in front of Mrs. Richie to mention the name of Mr. Richie.

Looking at the exaggerated expression on Miranda's face, Consuela laughed out loud and said, "Don't be a coward. No matter how strong and tough she is, it doesn't matter."

Then she stood up and took the unfinished lemon juice upstairs, pouring water to the green plants she had planted.

Looking at the woman who had no sense of crisis, Miranda was about to break down. Finally, after discussing with Nancy, she decided to call Richie and report to him.

Since it was Mr. Richie's matter, he should solve it by himself. Mrs. Richie was pregnant, she should not be too emotional.

After a few more times, the call was finally picked up. The person on the other end of the phone should be talking to someone just now. After receiving the phone, he said 'wait' softly and then went away in the noise. In silence, the man began to reply.

"What is it?"

Nancy was holding the phone in her hand. Miranda stood behind her and listened to the audio with the speaker on. She was thinking where Miss Vivian should be now.

The domestic information was not suitable and the relationship between Mr. Richie and Mrs. Richie was not known to the public. So that woman might break down when she saw Mrs. Richie's belly.

And then she went crazy.

When Miranda walked out of her trance, the phone was already hung up. Nancy patted her shoulder and smiled, "No problem. Mr. Richie will send people to stop her."

However, Consuela didn't notice that. She was still taking the watering pot to water the green plants. The phone was put on the table and music was on the screen. She still didn't have the courage to call Richie.

She's really getting more and more timid and she was so scared of herself now.

She just wanted to remind him of his promise. What was she worried about?

When she was extremely excited, she threw the flowerpot on the balcony out of her hand and directly fell downstairs. She bent down hurriedly to look down. Fortunately, it didn't hit people.

"Are you all right, Mrs. Richie?"

Still fluttering with fear, she replied, "I'm sorry."

After that, she finally stopped. She put down the watering pot and leaned on the chair. When she raised her head, she smiled in resignation.

What happened to her?

There was a very quiet song on the phone, but it couldn't make her completely quiet down. Her heart was in a mess, mixed with inexplicable sour.

In her mind, a man as powerful as Richie should have many ex-girlfriends, but some of them were not loved by him, and the others were engraved in his bones.

She was nobody but a name in his household register. Yes, he seemed to be fond of her from time to time.