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 frightening

chaotic deep blue sea, slowly being submerged by the water, with sharks lurking around,

of death was firmly

she was about to die, a blurry familiar figure, a man, swam towards her. She

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

Blood.

blue seawater

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

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

was alive, holding her hand, stepping

The romance on the verge of death

words echoed in her heart

words fell, his body shattered

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

her feet... came back to

knock on the door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne

for her

the door open himself. He was

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

hair, exuding an elegance

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

"Cheyenne."

noticed her bare feet on the floor,

closed the window, preventing the

can't be as willful as before. You need to take care of yourself," he said, lifting her up without warning and carrying

the edge of the bed, as if handling

no cold, and the child was very well-behaved, not causing

was about to turn and go to the wardrobe to find her socks, Cheyenne

did my grandfather really

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