How Death Became My Rebirth by Evelyn Florence

Chapter 257

Sure enough, Kenneth was not satisfied with it.

Although he was happy no matter what Cassandra called him, he just wanted it to be special.

“Neither of them are good. Think it over,” Kenneth said.

Cassandra was rendered speechless.

It wouldn’t be that difficult to think of a plan worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

“What do you think? What would you like me to call you?” Cassandra asked. She thought “Ken” would be too cheesy, so she didn’t bring it up.

“Dear boyfriend, Ken…” Actually, Kenneth wanted Cassandra to call him Honey most.

However, Cassandra was too young to realize it.

She was speechless for a moment.

“I’ll call you Ken then,” she suddenly said. It turned out that was Kenneth’s type.

“Okay,” Kenneth replied, looking at Cassandra with expectation.

Cassandra was a little confused, wondering what he wanted.

“Cassie!” Kenneth called.

“Yes?” Cassandra was stunned.

“Cassie!” he called again.

“I’m here,” she replied.

Kenneth held her in his arms gently as if he was holding an invaluable treasure.

“Ken, I want to drink some water,” Cassandra said, spoiling the mood.

Kenneth suddenly recalled that he first met Cassandra eight years ago. She was very sensible and kind. Although she lived a poor life, there was hope in her eyes.

She saved his life at the time but later wanted to kick him out. It was not because she disliked him. She simply didn’t have enough money to support another person.

She compromised and took him in. However, she would

He bought Cassandra a lot of shrimp and gave her the rest of the money. Therefore, he

him Ken, he felt warm

wanted to hear her call

so quickly. Given Cassandra’s current temper, she might refuse him. He was ready to beg her to agree, but

of her nose gently with his

a glass of juice

suddenly showed up and spoiled her mood. She couldn’t eat them at this time, but she

“Okay. Thanks,” she said.

making juice, Kenneth chose a photo of Cassandra’s back from his phone and shared it on Instagram with the caption, “My

handed the glass of juice to

to school tomorrow morning,”

“Yes, please,” Cassandra replied.

The wall featured a blue gradient, which

in her arms. “Why is there

Yannick to get a Winnie–the- Pooh and put it on the

course, he couldn’t tell her more about what was going

Cassandra said. She was fond of the bear. It

on

to his room, he

found that a lot of people left their comments. He smirked

[Nobody can compete with you when you begin to show your

You finally have the woman you always wanted. By the

be nice

is this woman Cassie? Are you

this Mr. Zelinski’s Instagram account? Could it

a bank: [Mr. Zelinski, have you

developer: [Congratulations, Mr. Zelinski!

introduce

to the country and wanted to have further contact with Cassandra, he applied for an

decided to be together, he didn’t post it. This was the first time he posted a

an uproar among his followers. They all thought

richest man, was cruel and indit. How

had

importantly, he replied to them one

the real

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