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.

she had a

slowly being submerged

of death was

die, a blurry familiar figure, a man, swam towards her.

about to reach the finish

Blood.

blue seawater turned

black. She remembered the man pushing her away and

dungeon, and she could smell the scent of blood, a

who was supposed to be devoured by the fish was alive, holding her hand, stepping on a staircase covered in

romantic end of the world. The romance on the verge of death left a deep impression on

in her heart

body shattered into countless pieces, disappearing

on the staircase piled with bones, and this staircase was continuously

bones beneath her feet...

on the door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne

waiting for

He was

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

brown hair, exuding an

footsteps were not exactly light, but Cheyenne remained motionless standing in front of

"Cheyenne."

feet on the floor, then set the tray he was carrying

the window, preventing the rain

you can't be as willful as before. You need to take care of

the edge of the bed, as if handling something

felt no cold, and the child was very well-behaved,

find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm, her eyes coldly staring at him. "Cheyenne,

did my grandfather really go on a

her face showing a skeptical expression while her long eyelashes covered the loss