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.

had a frightening

blue sea, slowly being submerged by the water, with

was firmly placed

blurry familiar figure, a man, swam towards her. She couldn't see his face

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

Blood.

deep blue

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

and she could smell the scent of blood, a

was alive, holding her hand, stepping

romantic end of the world. The romance on the verge of

her heart

his body shattered into countless pieces,

reality, realizing that she was the only one standing on the staircase piled with bones, and this staircase was

beneath her feet... came back to

on the door sounded from outside,

waiting for

himself. He was wearing a white paired with

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

hair, exuding an elegance akin to a

not exactly light, but Cheyenne remained

"Cheyenne."

feet on the floor, then set the tray he was

her, he suddenly closed the window, preventing the rain

as willful as before. You need to take care of yourself," he said, lifting

gently placed her on the edge of the bed, as

child was

her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm,

grandfather really go on

expression while her long eyelashes covered the loss and worry in her

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