Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 163

Tim put down his phone and forced a wry smile.

It was easy for him to refuse, and he would never believe what he heard or saw. But he knew that seeing was believing.

It was hard to uproot such kind of idea once it was deeply rooted in one's mind.

"Bang Bang Bang..." There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in, please." Tim exhaled a deep breath and looked at the secretary in black and white suit walking in. After putting up her black frame glasses, she reported the schedule to him.

"Mr. Tim, there's a document which needs your signature, and a client needs you to deliver it in person. The dinner is set in half an hour."

"Okay, I know."

He pinched his forehead, the blue veins throbbing in his temples. Again, he scolded Richie in his heart, leaving behind a lot of work that should be done by himself.

Instead, he was at home with his wife and the child who was about to be born.

After grumbling in his heart for a long time, he lifted the cup of coffee on the table and had a sip. Immediately he felt a little depressed.

Cassie usually texted him or called him to remind him to have lunch. When she was not busy, she would bring him to eat directly.

But ever since the last time she drank and cursed, the relationship between the two had not been as warm as before. He did not have the mood to play up to her, and Cassie should have also felt heart broken.

Sometimes he felt that it was good to live like this, and sometimes he felt a little unaccustomed to it as now, and then he felt depressed subconsciously.

But it was not a bad thing.

Suddenly, his private phone rang. Tim had just consoled himself. He picked it up and answered the phone. His face darkened at the sight of the name.

It gave off a feeling that the sun met the thick and dark clouds, and didn't know when the warmth of the sun would attack him.

The man in the villa put aside his work, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and sat on the ground regardless of his mysophobia.

He leaned against the French window and looked up at the bright lights not far away. There was an unspeakable desolation and loneliness in his dark eyes.

The scarlet smoke was winding inch by inch between his fingers, and was about to burn to the skin of his fingers. Then, it was thrown on the floor without hesitation.

It rolled a few circles on the wood floor. The scarlet little fire did not extinguish. In his eyes, there was a glimmer of light.

As time went by, the door was pushed open and a little head came out from it.

The one flashed a pair of black, white, clear eyes, and swept directly at the desk. When she didn't see the person she wanted to see, she frowned slightly.

Richie watched quietly as the woman's facial expressions changed. He was also counting the time. He wondered when the dull woman would find him.

Suddenly, a light burst out from his dim eyes, like a light that pointed the direction in the dark, which lightened his mood inexplicably.

But he didn't notice it at all.