Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 140

At the ticket check-in counter, Richie took his briefcase from her hand, slightly lowered his head and leaned his face towards Consuela. "Now I give you a chance to compensate."

Now that his face was so close to hers, she didn't have to guess what he was planning in his mind.

Consuela said, blinking her eyes. The man's skin was fair, more delicate than a woman's. She then kissed on the man's right cheek.

In his disappointment sight, she pushed the man away and said with a smile, "Hurry up. I'll wait for you to come back."

Regardless of the inspector's warning, Richie took the woman who wanted to escape into his arms. The man who put on his sunglasses when he walked out of the lounge raised his hand to gently touch her lips.

He lowered his head and imprinted a mark on her trembling lips due to her nervousness. "This is your punishment."

As soon as he finished his words, he turned around and left, leaving the woman who had been bitten on her lips dumbfounded.

The driver, who was waiting on the side of the airport, came over and said calmly, "Mrs. Richie, it's time to go back."

Consuela rolled her eyes and nodded, "okay."

That man had never told her the truth. What was the relationship between him and the woman who held his arm intimately in the morning?

He escaped from her. And she didn't dare to ask either.

In the building across the airport, an interview to Harry was being played on the LED advertising screen. It seemed to be a live broadcast.

There was no scars on his face. He was talking happily with the host, less reserved and alienated.

However, much to her surprise, the smile on his face wasn't able to hide the sadness in his eyes.

"Mrs. Richie, what's wrong?"

A strange voice came from not far away. She came back to her senses and said apologetically, "I'm fine."

She walked away and got into the car. Since it was a long way to the villa, she took out her phone and downloaded the software which she seldom used.

She refreshed it for several times, but the news about Harry was still on the headlines, even much more than the entertainment news of many stars getting married and having children with different men.

No one knew whether it was a made up or a piece of true news, all of which were revealing Harry's crime. They used a lot of paid supporters to smear him by personal attack.

Massaging her temples, Consuela felt a headache. She didn't feel guilty for what he had suffered, but she didn't take pleasure in others' misfortune. She just felt a bit uncomfortable.

When the man got out of the plane, it was already about ten o'clock at night. Before Consuela was about to go to bed, she stared at the flickering phone and had no choice but to answer the phone.

As soon as the line was connected, the man joked. He transmitted the message to her by satellite that was thousands of kilometers away from the other side of the sea. "Are you jealous today?"

The sound of electricity, accompanied by that man's chuckle, almost made her lose her grip on her mobile phone. After hearing what the man had said, her eyes twitched severely.

She slowly walked to the balcony, looked at the flesh plants on the window and said calmly, "No, I'M all calm today."

"Are you curious about the relationship between me and that woman?" The man seemed to be smoking. His sound of exhaling was not covered by the electric current.

He asked naturally and confidently, feeling that she would be very curious about it.

Consuela wanted to tell him that she wasn't that boring, but she curled her lips and murmured, "why do you think that I'm jealous?"