Chapter 97 

He glanced at the frustrated expression on her face and watched as the reflection of the street lights dancing on her pale skin though the window. 

He could still taste her on the tip of his tongue and his whole being longed to get closer to her. 

His phone vibrated and he reeled in bis urges, before answering “Speak.” 

“The people in the area said that Cheyenne was taken away by Sarah.” 

 

“Bring her back and don‘t bother playing nice,” he commanded, before tossing his phone aside. 

“Did you find my mom?” 

“I did. How are you going to repay me?” His eyes glittered with lust in the dark. 

Familiar with the look in his eyes, she swallowed nervously and glanced outside the window, knowing perfectly well that she had no right to say no. 

Anthony‘s men stormed into Ron‘s mansion demanding for Cheyenne and shoved everything aside that stood in their ways barbarically. 

open the back truck

had thought that it was

with you? Why did you have to upset Anthony again? Can‘t we have a peaceful week?” “I...that‘s Anne‘s mother. She abandoned Anne in the past and is now clinging onto her for money. I can‘t let her do that to Anne,” Sarah argued. “Even so, it‘s none of your business. You are just her aunt!” Ron said angrily. The drama in the Marwood Family had just settled down and he could not take another conflict after sacrificing almost everything to marry Sarah. “Alright, alright. Don‘t get mad. I was wrong. I won‘t do it again,”

echoed in

opened and Anne jumped in fear. Without turning around, she already knew who it was. Anthony pressed his fingers against the glass door and slowly applied pressure. His eyes were fixated on her slim figure, her curves faintly showing through the steam. His breath hitched as he felt his blood boil. Without bothering to take his clothes

around her trembling body and she bit on her lower lip to tolerate the

at the smooth, fair skin behind her neck. His throat went dry at the sight of the faint lines of veins under her skin and he panted heavily as he

to listen

her head frantically. “I

her neck heatedly.

him to mention Lucas. “Of course, not…”

won‘t get a chance, even if you do, I will

her grip on the handle, her

the bathroom and

at Anne, who had lost consciousness on the bed, her hair was covering most of her face and the small part that was showing was flushing a crimson shade of red. Her eyes were

darkened. He had multiple partners before, but he had never experienced such uncontrollable lust toward

and stepped into the bathroom.

eyes opened abruptly

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