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

was bound in a chaotic deep blue sea, slowly being submerged by the water, with sharks lurking around,

was firmly placed at

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

her towards the shore, and when they were about to reach the

Blood.

blue seawater turned

She remembered the

scene switched to a gloomy dungeon, and she could smell

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

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

her heart like

the words fell, his body shattered into countless pieces, disappearing before her

only one standing on the staircase piled with bones, and this

feet...

door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne was too engrossed

waiting for her

pushed the door open himself. He

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

exuding an elegance akin to

light, but Cheyenne remained

"Cheyenne."

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

window, preventing

now, and 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 back to

the edge of the bed, as if handling

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

the wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly

grandfather really go

while her long eyelashes