Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 162 Photos Exposed (6)

Almost before he finished his words, the woman's warm eyes fell on Consuela. She looked so decent that no one could dare to make any other improper expressions.

"Does Consuela know him?" After the surprise, Wendy slightly frowned and asked.

Not only did Richie want to know who she was, but the members of the Ye Clan had been collecting information since they had met her. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She had been told about Consuela's conditions, but she hadn't heard of any valuable information between the two.

Under Wendy's gaze, Consuela grinned stiffly. She was frustrated and cursed the man who was none of his business. "Yes," she answered even though she didn't deny it

The man sitting on the sofa raised his hand to give a light cough, as if trying to remind her of something.

"Not really, but I will try my best to persuade him. Mom, just wait for the good news." Said Consuela calmly, looking into the woman's eyes with expectation.

She was indeed not familiar with the man they talked. She could even count her hands with the man. There was no friendship between them. They were not close at all.

The bond they maintained was only Debbie, as if they were detached but also intimate.

She didn't want to force anyone to do anything for her, but it was okay to convey her words.

Wendy heaved a long sigh. It was hard to tell whether she was at east or worried.

"He's always a willful boy. No one can force him to make a decision. I'm glad that Consuela is willing to persuade him."

Consuela nodded her head. She didn't feel guilty anymore.

After sending his mother away, Richie went upstairs with a cup of coffee and went straight to the study. Watching him leave, Consuela went upstairs as well and went back to the master bedroom.

'It seems like we have kept all our original topics into the file, waiting for the next time when we get angry with each other and accumulate our emotions, ' she thought.

Consuela took her handbag, forgetting about the photos inside. After she went back to her bedroom, she threw her handbag onto the counter.

She didn't feel much pain on her legs and could walk normally. However, not long after she sat on the bedside, the door was knocked.

The door was opened and she saw the pink face of Miranda. Miranda said with a serious look on her face, "Mr. Richie ordered me to prepare an ice bag for you, and a bruise and apply medicine for you."

It was not until then that Consuela noticed the things in Miranda's hands. She smiled and said, "Thank you."

It was rare that Miranda winked her big eyes and tried to match them up, "Mrs. Richie, you should thank Mr. Richie. I just did what he told me to do."

As she finished speaking, she looked up and down at Consuela. There was no teasing expression on her face, and she even couldn't be more serious, which made Consuela feel that she was very charming.

After giving her a nod, Consuela let her put down the things and leave the room. She had a hunch that someone taught Miranda how to say it.

When she held the silvery tray, her eyes rested on the door for several seconds, her lips curved up a pleasant arc.

"Thank you." Her soft voice was blown away by the wind, and no one could hear clearly.

She sat on the sofa in the main bedroom with the tray beside, and put the ice pack on her ankle. It felt so cold but it made her have a good mood.

'he's so brilliant, ' thought Consuela, pursing her lips. She had called Debbie, but no one answered. But she wasn't worried.

She had a bodyguard like man around her at any time. There would be no big problem.

But she was really curious about how the relationship between the two people was like. It was so intricate that neither of their parents knew it.

It was a pitiful story that the man wanted to marry her but the woman refused.

The man in the study was always restless. He didn't react until Tim on the other end of the line asked him what to do. Then he asked with confusion.

"Oh my God, you are in a daze?" After hearing the quizzical voice of Richie, Tim couldn't help crying out.

Richie narrowed his dark eyes and said with some displeasure, "Repeat what you just said."

After a pause, he added in an unfriendly tone, "if you dare to speak one more word, you can take a long vacation tomorrow."

Tim immediately fell into silence. He was embarrassing and lifted the corners of his mouth. After glancing at the reports, he finally opened his mouth.

He began to report work in a very serious manner. He no longer dared to tease him in the name of astonishment.

In his heart, there were some vines growing, intertwining with thick trees at the bottom, and the green poison was notorious in the end of autumn.

Richie didn't know how the person was on the other end of the line, so he didn't pay much attention to other things. He listened attentively to what Tim said, and his slender hands danced on the keyboard.

"About the mysterious woman, I don't know what to do next." After a long while, he still couldn't resist the doubts in his heart, so Tim vaguely asked.

He wanted to know what he would do to that woman, and what would happen to Consuela in the future.

It seemed that everything was moving on the way in an indescribable weird way.

Not answering his question for a long time, Richie pricked up his ears to hear the sound over there. He was able to hear a subtle sound.

Crack He lit a cigarette with his lighter and pushed his chair away.

"I don't know why you always say things unpleasant recently. You're itchy, aren't you?"

When Tim thought the man would not answer, the man suddenly spoke. But what he said was threatening him to give up getting the answer.

Obviously, Richie was trying to avoid the conflict, which made Tim sigh deeply.

Tim felt sorry for Consuela meeting an affectionate and loving man.

But nobody except himself knew whether he was still thinking of his old lover or the old relationship.

Either of them wasn't a piece of good news for Consuela, the mistress of the Ye Clan, or for Richie's admirers.

As soon as he finished his words, Tim collapsed the documents in his hand on the table. His face turned pale. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

The man on the other side of the phone took a drag on his cigarette and slowly puffed out a white smoke ring. He stood in front of the French window and looked up at the scenery in the distance.

Richie narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking about.

Strangely enough, before he was about to hang up the phone, he said, "something is not as simple as what you heard."

It implied the usual smart man.

Before Tim could say anything, Richie hung up the phone. Tim put down the phone which had already been hung up and pressed the red hang up button.