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

being submerged by

death was

thought she was about to die, a blurry familiar figure, a man, swam towards

were about to reach the finish

Blood.

deep blue seawater

sea water became dirty and black. She remembered the

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

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

The romance on the verge

I love you." These words echoed in her heart like the morning bell, making her

shattered into countless

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

beneath her feet... came back to

door sounded from outside, but Cheyenne was too engrossed

for

pushed the door open himself. He

velme

sweater, paired with Ang

fleece pants, and had

an

not exactly light, but Cheyenne remained

"Cheyenne."

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

the window, preventing the rain from

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

edge of the bed, as if handling

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

to find her socks, Cheyenne suddenly grabbed his arm, her eyes coldly staring at him. "Cheyenne,

grandfather really go on

skeptical expression while her long eyelashes covered the loss and worry