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.

do you think? Don’t hurt her,”

found himself quite drawn to her fiery spirit. Of course, he might just end up dumping her after he got what he

this,’

man, Cheyenne had forgotten to buy a cake for her grandfather. It wasn’t until she

caught sight of a middle-aged woman selling cotton candy on the side of the road and suddenly had an idea. “Ma’ma, can I have two cotton

“Sure thing.”

her car under a tree and squatted next to the woman as she watched sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal container

until it became a big

she remembered her grandfather picking her up from school when she was in elementary school. Whenever she acted cute in

since she last saw her

endless bitterness

is ready,” said the

candy and concealed her emotions. She took out a hundred dollars from her bag and put it in

few bucks. Plus, city management was strict too – they had

wanted to help out however little it

woman wearing a black strap dress walking on the pedestrian path with cotton candy in hand under tree shadows.

breath, “Isn’t that

a cotton

a moment, he felt

How could she be here? Did she intentionally inquire about his whereabouts and know that

this, Kelvin’s

she dared to continue haunting him, he wouldn’t let her

other, Cheyenne seemed

the road ahead without any pause for even

heels made clear and rhythmic thudding sounds as she walked away gradually into the distance. The woman got into

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

exactly what Kelvin wanted – Cheyenne finally stopped clinging

you hear me?” The middle-aged

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