She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 610: I'm Sorry, Cheyenne, I Lied to You

Master Glenn gently sighed, continuing his previous actions. His deep voice whispered seductively in her ear, "Since you don't know, why not leave it all to me?"

Outside, the sound of music, conversations, and high heels tapping on the floor intertwined and grew restless, making one's heart race.

Separated by a floor and a door, the muffled voices in the room tickled like a small kitten.

"Master Glenn, be gentle."

"Is this gentle enough?"

"Ah! Mmm..."

"You're so delicate."

The man, who had appeared weak just moments ago, finally revealed his true colors. However... Kate was too late to refuse.

At this moment, she was already a prey in his mouth.

Onistead, TOP Business Hotel.

A woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a black oversized dress with a round collar. The lower end of the dress revealed a white pleated skirt, followed by slender ankles. The cold white color, the slender ankles, and the faint blue veins on the instep.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, sprinkling a few drops of rain on her hair.

The colored chiffon skirt and black fabric intertwined, making her figure appear slender and giving her an elegant vibe.

The rain in late autumn was pouring down since last night.

Cheyenne woke up a little after seven in the morning, and she hasn't worn any pajamas since then.

She casually put on a dress, walked barefoot to the window, and the fair fingers pulled open the curtains, watching the relentless raindrops outside.

She fell into a moment of contemplation.

night, she had a

a chaotic deep blue sea, slowly being submerged by the water, with

death was firmly placed at

figure, a man, swam

shore, and when they were about to reach the finish line, he was suddenly swallowed by a

Blood.

deep blue seawater turned

She remembered the man pushing her away and calling her "Cheyenne"

dungeon, and she could smell

devoured by the fish was alive,

world. The romance on the verge of death left a deep impression on Cheyenne's

echoed in her heart like the morning

fell, his body shattered

that she was the only one standing on the staircase piled with bones, and this staircase was continuously collapsing and breaking

feet... came back

on the door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne

waiting for her

open himself. He was wearing a white

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

hair, exuding an elegance

were not exactly light, but Cheyenne remained

"Cheyenne."

her bare feet on the floor, then set the tray he was carrying aside

her, he suddenly closed the window, preventing the rain from

you can't be as willful as before. You need to take care of yourself," he said, lifting her up without warning and carrying her

edge of the bed, as if handling

no cold, and the child

and go to the wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne

grandfather really go

her head, her face showing a skeptical expression while her long eyelashes covered the loss and worry