Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 49 Things About The Past

The more she thought about it, the more strange she felt. There must be someone hiding in his heart, and maybe she would look like her.

Therefore, in order to satisfy his abnormal psychology, he kept the copy of her by his side.

Such a story could best explain why a man like Richie would marry her.

However, it was not a good idea to think too much.

When she arrived at HR Hospital, she was not allowed to see Cassie because she had no appointment. So she had to look for the photo of the woman on the forum of the hospital hall to find her phone number.

Soon after she sat down in the hall, she was invited to the top floor specially set up by the hospital. Looking at her, Cassie raised her eyebrows, "I didn't expect that you would come to see me alone."

She said so, as if she was recalling the day when she and Richie left lightly.

She didn't expect that she would come to her. She just didn't expect that she would come alone.

Richie went mad. He was a man who would not be ambiguous about fighting with a cattle.

"I just want to ask you about the matter that happened three years ago. I'll leave as soon as I finish," Consuela added.

She came all the way here to delay the work of the girl. To be honest, she would feel a little sorry for her.

"You find a place to sit and I'll get you something to drink," after a pause, Cassie continued, "As a famous doctor in the hospital, I don't take care of many patients."

She was like the spokesperson of HR Hospital. Only the kind of illness that nobody could solve in the end would ask her for help.

Or, when she was interested in something, she would go down to the ward and have a look for a few times.

Consuela didn't know much about the things. She nodded blankly, watching as Cassie poured her a glass of milk with a rock candy.

After taking over the milk she thanked her, and sat down in the office. Listening to the sound of pulling the table and chair, Cassie sat opposite her with a cup of strong and mellow Nanshan coffee.

She raised her eyebrows and sank into her memory. Then she smiled and said, "In fact, in my opinion it doesn’t matter what happened three years ago, but someone just couldn't let it go."

As a doctor, she was used to life and death and did not care much about many things.

"Then what happened?" Holding the glass in her hands, Consuela sat up and waited for Cassie to continue. Her curiosity was triggered.

Cassie took a sip of coffee and said, "You will know when I tell you a story."

Like a storyteller who had been preparing for a long time, she finally got an audience.

Consuela smiled and listened to her story.

Richie once had a beautiful mixed blood girlfriend. In the wealthy families, there were all kinds of kidnappings and murders. She saved him when he was forced to disappear.

The girl named Angie didn't come from a good family. Her father was a local famous gambler. When their family was in vain, they had to spend a lot of money to save Richie.

Richie, a young man, had a crush on Angie.

"You have no idea how much his parents valued the family status very much then. Wow, how hard did he work to let his parents recognize the little beauty?" At the beginning of the story, Cassie couldn't help but be amazed.

But the mixed blood girl didn't like him then.

The following were some romantic stories about the young boy and the beautiful girl that some girls dreamed of. They were so sweet that made people want to break up with them.

"Actually, I don't know much about the truth. The story behind it was told by him when he was drunk. Cassie blinked and said with concern.

Three years ago, when he got drunk, he began to ramble on about that by himself. But now, few people could get him drunk.

Consuela waited for the story to unfold. It started with a happy beginning, but she knew that the relationship between the young couple wouldn't go well.

He couldn't help smiling bitterly. Otherwise, she wouldn't have the chance to marry him.

"Later, that was three years ago. The story ended three years ago. At that time, Richie was found out from the dump."

The once proud man, with a bottle of wine in his arms, wore tattered clothes and looked decadent. He seemed to fall down overnight.

Raising her head a little to observe the woman, Cassie thought, “I don't know much about that, so I won't tell you everything.”

It was not good to say too much and it was not good to know too much. Just let it be.

"He made a living by drinking for a long time. We haven't seen that beautiful mixed blood again."

In fact, at that time, Richie nearly died in a foreign country.

Consuela sighed in her mind. She had never expected that Richie would be such a spoony man. Why did he want to break up with her?

When she asked, the woman with a cup of coffee in her hand enjoying herself suddenly said, "Since the weather is good, I'll treat you to something delicious."

Consuela was in a daze for a second. As she was about to say something, she was grabbed by the hand. Cassie tried to avoid this topic, while she was speaking all the way.

She decided not to ask more about it. Perhaps, that was all she could know.

She had to experience it again -- Cassie was talkative and she was fun like that. When Consuela was about to leave for the villa, all lights were on in the street.

She took out the phone from her pocket, but it went black before she saw the time.

"I got a call from the hospital, so I can't drive you home. Take care on your way home." Cassie called a taxi for her and explained hurriedly.

Consuela knew that the patient who was able to get help from Cassie must be a tough one to deal with. "Okay, just focus on your work," she said.

The friendship between women was very strange. Maybe they just fell in love with a bag, argued with each other about which man was the most handsome or wanted to go shopping together like this.

As soon as Consuela closed the door behind her, she was stopped in the middle of the path by someone. She turned around and saw the furious man approaching.

Her heart jolted. Did he go crazy again?

She stretched out her hand, trying to push him away. But her hand was easily clamped upward by one of his hands. She was forced to raise her chin, "Where did you go in the daylight?"

If Emily hadn't called him and told him about it, he wouldn't have known that Consuela had left the villa and been staying outside until now.

He called her several times, but she didn't answer the phone. At last, she even turned off her phone.

'She's really getting out of my control. Does she have to ride roughshod over me?'

Maybe it was because she was so stubborn that he immediately forgot the inexplicable worry in his heart.

Now he just wanted her to know how capable he was.

The smell of tobacco and the faint mint fragrance wafted from his body. It was a kind of unpredictable freshness. Consuela couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows.NôvelDrama.Org content.