Jerome paid no attention to the short-haired woman’s screaming and instead kept his burning gaze fixed on Cheyenne’s face.

Her fair face flushed with anger, adding two cherry-red blushes to her cheeks that made her look even more delicious.

Then, the beautiful woman smiled sweetly and reached into her bag to pull out a stack of bills, which she stuffed into Jerome’s hand.

Her slender fingers caressed his shoulder slowly and seductively as she spoke in a low voice. “How about I pay you $100,000 for one night? Your looks are much better than those gigolos I’ve seen before.”

Jerome was annoyed by the comparison and furrowed his eyebrows. “They can’t compare to me!”

“Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I can cum seven times a night. Want to try it? It won’t cost you anything.” Suddenly he grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it as Cheyenne looked on in shock.

“Smack!” The loud slap made everyone break out in cold sweat, especially the short-haired woman who stared at Cheyenne with wide eyes. “You…you dare!”

Jerome’s face bore clear finger marks. This was the first time that he had ever been beaten.

Lifting her head, the man pressed his lips together and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Baby, your palms are so soft. Slapping me on the face feels strangely sweet.”

Damn, could this guy be into BDSM?

Cheyenne gazed at him like he was a pervert. “You’re nuts. No more talking.”

“Hmm?” Jerome watched as Cheyenne ran back to her car and drove away.

He smiled. “Tom, write down that license plate number and find out who that woman is.”

“Mr. Witt, are you looking for revenge?” Tom asked cautiously, already imagining the woman’s misery.

Don’t hurt her,” Jerome replied

him across the face. Jerome found himself quite drawn to her fiery spirit. Of course, he might just end up dumping her after he

pay for this,’ he

forgotten to buy a cake for her grandfather. It wasn’t until

sight of a middle-aged woman selling cotton candy on the side of the road and suddenly had

“Sure thing.”

fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal container while the woman deftly spun it

grew bigger and bigger until it became a big white ball, which was then

her up from school when she was in elementary school. Whenever she acted

last saw her grandfather

only brought endless

your order is ready,”

dollars from her bag and put it in the box where

stall wasn’t easy; they had to wake up early and work late just to earn a few bucks. Plus, city management was strict too – they had to hide here and there just so that they

to help out however little it

under tree shadows. The sunlight shone on her small face as

murmured under his breath, “Isn’t

figure slowly approaching, licking a cotton candy like a child with a

a moment,

could she be here? Did she intentionally inquire about his whereabouts and know that he would come

this, Kelvin’s face turned dark and

him, he wouldn’t let

when they brushed past each other, Cheyenne seemed not to

steady on the road ahead without any

gradually into

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

is exactly what Kelvin wanted – Cheyenne finally stopped clinging onto

you hear me?” The middle-aged

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