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 frightening

being submerged by the water, with sharks lurking around,

scythe of death was firmly placed at

a blurry familiar figure, a man, swam towards

dragged her towards the shore, and when they were about to reach the finish line, he was

Blood.

deep blue seawater turned

and black. She remembered the man

and she could smell the scent of blood,

was supposed to be devoured by the fish was alive, holding her hand, stepping

of the world. The romance on the verge of death left

echoed in her heart like the morning bell, making her entire soul

fell, his body shattered into countless

the only one standing on the

feet... came back

from outside, but Cheyenne was

for her

He was

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

hair, exuding an elegance akin

exactly light, but Cheyenne remained motionless standing

"Cheyenne."

as he noticed her bare feet on the floor, then set

the window,

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

edge of the bed, as if

the child was very well-behaved, not causing

about to turn and go to the wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm, her

did my grandfather really go

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255