Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 190

Fortunately, the news was blocked so quickly by Richie that her father hadn't seen any news about slander. Otherwise, how could he call her so late.

She was not in a good mood, so she kept rejecting any contact with outsiders.

Resting on the white, pinkish style pillow that she had bought recently, Consuela sighed with profound resignation.

She thought that if she didn't take the initiative to remind him of the matter, he might want to go back on his words or he might not take it seriously.

But when she picked up the phone, she didn't know what to say. She could only stare at the phone with her eyes wide open and looked at a loss.

The sunshine was three inches away from the bed. She took a deep breath and got out of the bed to do something else.

It was the man who had promised her that. Why would she feel guilty and uneasy? If Richie dared to refuse, she had already made up her mind to scold him.

Cursing him to death.

As she bit the straw, she suddenly realized that she didn't want Richie to go home together. Instead, she was more eager to scold him.

As expected, staying with a man with mental illness for a long time could be infected.

Boom... A burst of rapid footsteps were heard, and then the penetrating sound of Miranda was heard.

"Mrs. Richie, Mrs. Richie ..."

"Something is wrong!" Consuela told herself. She watched Miranda running towards the bedroom absent-minded. When she arrived, she started panting.

Consuela poured a glass of lemonade for her and said resignedly, "Why are you in such a hurry? I don't have to run around. Drink some water first."

The girl standing in front of her waved her hand quickly. Her gesture seemed to be cramped, but she couldn't tell the reason for her coming. Pressing her chin on her hand, Consuela squinted at her and said, "Take your time."

Miranda took a deep breath and shook her head with her big and clear eyes. She couldn't just take her time.

"Have you been caught eating the food cooked by Emily again?" With a glass of water in her hand, Consuela told the servant to calm down first.

They were lively and every kind of expression on her face could always bring much joy to Consuela.

To prove her innocence, Miranda shook her head. She had made such a mistake once, to feed stray cats. How could it be possible that others would always laugh at her?

"Fine, fine. Sit down and calm down." If she went on like this, she could only perform an incomparably complicated heart play.

Miranda didn't sit down. Frowning, she drank up the lemonade on the table to get her voice back.

"Mrs. Richie it was said that Mr. Richie's old flame had arrived at the airport and was on the way to the villa."

Consuela paused and raised her eyebrows. Oh, it turned out that this villa was not only a wedding room, but also a golden place that the man used to collect his lover before.

"Which old flame?" Raising her head, she took a sip of the lemonade. Let alone, it was really sour to the bone.

"Miss Vivian, she is a fashion new employee who has been flattered by a series of Companies in M Country." Miranda replied, frowning, as if she was reciting some formula.