Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 185

She couldn't stand the force from the very beginning. She had seen all kinds of conflicts and suspicions from the very beginning, and she had also been despised by Harry.

She had gone through so many hardships and she didn't want to give up. She really didn't want herself to be looked down upon.

Tears began rolling down her eyes, from which the transparent colorless liquid slid to the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked it carelessly. They tasted salty.

Curling up like a baby was a sign of lack of security.

At this moment, she really hoped that time could go back. She didn't want to stay at home for Harry. She could go to any country or any other places, either traveling or studying abroad.

But all these had to be done in her imagination. She had almost lived a third of her life, and was almost destroyed by someone.

Inside the villa halfway up the mountain, only two men were chatting while drinking. No, in fact, only Richie had been talking all the time.

The words echoed in his mind. As Tim couldn't hear what he was saying, he took a few steps closer to him. Then he was forced by Richie to drink some spirits. His throat was so painful that he could not feel his heartbeat.

He got closer and heard the man murmuring. He was telling the story between him and Angie all the time. After getting drunk, there was excitement in his eyes that intoxicated him in the memory and he knew the end of the pain.

"We were going to get married, and she was going to be the mistress of the Ye Clan... All because of... I was so disappointing at that time, and she... "

Before he finished, he couldn't speak a complete word. He choked with sobs, trying to adjust his breath and stop himself from being sad.

Tim raised his goblet and gulped it down before he responded. The mysterious smile on his face was unfathomable.

The man who indulged himself in memory could not extricate himself from the pain caused by the accident. He did not feel any emotion of the victim, but kept talking about his own feelings for that moment.

Tim suddenly remembered what Cassie had told him. If a man was drunk and didn't talk about his ex-girlfriend, his drinking would be in vain.

At that time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Until now, the image of the man who always said he would never be drunk collapsed, and he was still completely convinced after saying his ex-girlfriend.

"What if I had a little sense of crisis or I had the ability to protect myself? Do you think that we would have a different ending?"

With a glass of colorless and transparent wine in his hand, Richie turned around and saw a blurry figure of Tim. He looked like a shadow.

"One, two, three... Well, Tim, when did you have three heads?" His big smile was still obstinate, which made Tim feel like his head was aching.

Tim rubbed his forehead and wanted to explain something to him. But he was drunk and he knew that what he said was no more than empty words.

"You are drunk." Tim kept silent for a while before he replied in a low voice. Richie looked at him with burning eyes.

There was no light in the empty room. All the lights were lit by the red moon above the sky. Half of the face was hidden in the shadow, and only the half exposed face was left without much expression.

Richie felt boring, so he turned around and drank the wine. Then he leaned over and exhaled the smell of wine. "You haven't answered my question yet."