Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 171

"Who sent you here?" After a pause, an idea struck Consuela.

"It's Mr. Richie. He asked me to come here and apologize to you. He said that if I didn't get your forgiveness, I couldn't stay here," Miranda said, lowering her head.

She should be scared to death by him.

"It doesn't matter. You can leave now. You don't need to do such a trivial thing."

"Yes..." Miranda wanted to say something, but she finally chose to be silent.

She left, trembling. Only Consuela stood in the corridor with one hand on the doorknob. She didn't know whether she should go to the study to face the storm of his anger or just keep silent.

At the end of the corridor, there was a storm brewing in the study of Richie.

How much did he care about the past that he rebuked Miranda like this? All she could think about now was that pointing at one but abuse another.

As a warning to her.

She grabbed the doorknob for a moment, but didn't open it. With a giggle, she walked towards the study.

No matter what bad face he had made, she wanted to have a look at it. Then she would give in once she had a desire.

She walked to the door of the study which left a crack not closed completely. It seemed to be waiting for someone to push it open and enter directly.

For the photos, Consuela didn't want to tell him the truth, though she had noticed how nice Richie had been to her lately.

However, there was something that could not be completely concealed. It was better to be exposed as soon as possible.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a regular knock on the door. However, before she saw the man's face, she was frightened by a gloomy voice. "Get out."

Then, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Still, she didn't want to leave.

If she ran away now, she might not have the courage to say that in the face of the man in the future, and the gap was deeply buried in her heart.

Many things were accumulated slowly and eventually burst out, and the consequences could not be redeemed.

Consuela cleared her throat and answered, "yes, it's me."

Her bright eyes swept around until she spotted a handbag on the sofa nearby. Maybe he hadn't seen what was in it?

She didn't know what to say.

Looking up at the man's dim white face, not a fool could understand his gloomy mood at the moment.

Her wishful thinking which just flew up was completely shattered by his lost expression.

"What's the matter?" It was rare that he spoke in a normal relaxed tone.

She saw no surprise in his eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was the one who had come in.

She couldn't help but think more about the words "get out" before.

"I have prepared something to eat for you. Do you need it now?"

She was a good talker without anything holding in her hands. The innocent look on her face was obvious. How annoying she was.

He lowered his head and turned on the computer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees "No, you can save it for yourself.