How Death Became My Rebirth

Chapter 466

Chapter 466

“Babe, I’ve only got a few days left, can you really bear to leave me hanging?” Kenneth’s voice carried a pitiful tone, reminiscent of a peacock in courtship, desperately flaunting its feathers to gain affection.

“I can totally bear it. I think your isolation training was way too short. You should extend it till the end of the year,” Cassandra replied stiffly, at her wit’s end. She felt that Kenneth’s desire was over too consuming.

The past few days had left her visibly struggling. Her lower back was about to give out on her.

Despite her fondness for having sex with Kenneth, the frequency was getting to be too much.

Kenneth’s eyes darkened, his gaze becoming inscrutable with a hint of cunning, “In that case, why don’t you just stay in bed for the next couple of days?”

Without giving Cassandra a chance to argue, he sealed her lips with his, muffling any retorts she might have had.

Cassandra didn’t manage to counter Kenneth. In the end, she was utterly spent to the point of not wanting to move a single finger.

She fell asleep around noon, without having lunch or even a sip of water, unresponsive to Kenneth’s calls. This worried him enough to summon a doctor, who concluded she was simply exhausted.

Kenneth realized he needed to reflect on his actions. He couldn’t keep wearing Cassandra out like this.

really exhausted, but he just could not stop. It was as if he was addicted to her presence, her sweet scent that lingered around him, stirring his emotions and causing an unrest within

desire,

deep reflection, he vowed to change.

weariness on her face, he decided to

Mansion today, everyone moved with extra care, speaking in hushed tones to not

morning when Cassandra woke

he had been up for a while. But she

seeing Cassandra awake, felt concerned but also

generosity, a true lover at heart. Their affection for each other turned the entire mansion into a

Zelinski prepared breakfast for you. Shall I bring it over?” Susan greeted her

I’ll eat at the coffee table. Where’s Kenneth?” Kenneth was good at making breakfast. Cassandra took a bite of the food and

to the office, said he won’t be back till

‘Going the the

practically glued to home these past few days,

right, I know.” She continued eating

needed could only be found in Whitecrane Hall. It seemed

Cassandra found

treating someone,

years? A random illness could kill you?”

on?” she asked, approaching them.

to call

someone here is challenging us!” exclaimed Scarlett from

bullying a poor old man, simply to leech off Whitecrane Hall’s fame with their new clinic,

inwardly, ‘Challenging? A bunch of hypocrites!’

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