She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

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

quite drawn to her fiery spirit. Of course, he might

this,’ he

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

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

“Sure thing.”

woman as she watched sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal

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

picking her up from school when she was in elementary school. Whenever she acted cute in front of him, he would buy her

had been three years since she last saw

brought endless bitterness

is ready,”

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

wake up early and work late just to earn a few bucks. Plus, city management was strict

to help out however

hand under tree shadows. The sunlight

murmured under his breath, “Isn’t that Mrs.

a cotton candy like a child with

moment, he

here? Did she intentionally inquire about his whereabouts and know

of this, Kelvin’s face turned

he wouldn’t

brushed past each other, Cheyenne

on the road ahead without

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

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

wanted

can you hear