It Was You

Chapter 683 I Won't Let You Go Again

Cassandra spat out all the tea in her mouth, choked and coughed a few times before she came to her senses. She widened her eyes and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Enough?" Martin asked.

"I didn't make a fuss. It was because your wife was injured that I took my wife here to visit her. Others don't have the same treatment."

'Do you think my wife will show up casually?

This is the highest treatment!'

Cassandra immediately covered her chest with her hands and thought, 'Damn it! You are here to irritate me!'

"Done?" replied Martin.

The subtext was, after seeing her, you can get out, or do you really want to stay and have a midnight snack before leaving?

'You wish.'

After saying a few polite words, Talbot left with his stupid man.

After a restless night, Cassandra finally calmed down. She was injured and in a bad mental state. At this moment, with a tired look on her face, she looked up at Martin and couldn't say a word.

"It's getting late. I'll take you to bed." said Martin.

Cassandra didn't refuse. She couldn't hold on any longer. After Martin sent her upstairs, she remembered an important thing.

off her clothes or take a shower because of her disabled

tell Martin, Martin had already brought her clothes to change, and in addition, he had

Cassandra, "..."

is injured and it's inconvenient for you to move. Let me help you take a

had known that she would be treated like this after being injured, she would

A few seconds later.

the bathroom. If her hand was not injured, she might have peeled

Martin walked into the bathroom, put away the clothes, and carefully

temperature. The bathroom was immediately filled with a layer of mist

to face. The invisible thick wall that used to stand between the two of them seemed to have

fingers trembled slightly, as if he was doing an extremely sacred thing until

'Sex is void.'

countless times, but found that it was useless. Martin Lu, who had always been self-control, was now like being in a fire.

thought he had overestimated himself. He had thought that he could at least suppress his most primitive desire, but for him, Cassandra was like a

he touched the lock of

"Click -"

cold thin lips pressed against the man's thin

his black eyes reflected the

his best to control his desire in his body. It was not because

Martin's heart raced and

to hold

Martin's chin with her cold fingers and said, "I'm not kidding. It's just a small wound. It's not a

then began to beat crazily. His reason told him that he couldn't do anything recklessly, but sometimes, he

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