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.

you think? Don’t hurt her,” Jerome replied

dared to slap him across the face. Jerome found himself quite drawn to her fiery spirit. Of course,

this,’

had forgotten to buy a cake for her grandfather. It wasn’t until she was almost at his house an hour

of the

“Sure thing.”

squatted next to the woman as she watched sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal container while the woman

the cotton candy grew bigger and bigger until it became a big white ball,

eyes turned red as she remembered her grandfather picking her up from school when she was in elementary school. Whenever she acted cute in front of him,

saw her grandfather and forgot

endless

order is ready,”

the cotton candy and concealed her emotions. She took out a hundred dollars from her bag and put

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

help out

wearing a black strap dress walking on the pedestrian path with cotton candy in hand under tree shadows. The sunlight shone on her small face as white as pear blossoms; although

under his breath, “Isn’t that Mrs.

over and saw the figure slowly approaching, licking a cotton candy like a child with a

moment,

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

Kelvin’s

he wouldn’t

past each other, Cheyenne seemed not

steady on the road ahead

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

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

what Kelvin wanted

you hear me?” The middle-aged

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