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

deep blue sea, slowly being submerged by the water,

death was

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

were about to reach the

Blood.

deep blue seawater turned

and black. She remembered the man

she could smell the scent of blood,

the fish was alive, holding her hand, stepping on a staircase covered

felt more like leading her towards a romantic end of the world. The romance on the verge of death left a deep impression on

heart like the

body shattered into countless pieces, disappearing before her

realizing that she was the only one standing on the staircase piled with

bones beneath her feet...

knock on the door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne was too engrossed to hear

for her

He was wearing

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

an elegance akin to

Cheyenne remained motionless standing in front of the

"Cheyenne."

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

window, preventing

as before. You need to take care of yourself," he said, lifting her up without warning and carrying her back to the

on the edge of the bed, as

cold, and the child was

wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm, her eyes coldly

my grandfather really go on

expression while her long eyelashes covered the loss and worry in