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

had already brought her clothes to change, and in addition, he had something like a wristband in his

Cassandra, "..."

said, "Your hand is injured and it's inconvenient for you to move. Let me help you take

be treated

A few seconds later.

bathroom. If her hand was not injured, she might have peeled off her clothes quickly

away the clothes, and carefully put on her

turned on the hot water and adjusted the temperature. The

face. The invisible thick wall that used

walked over in silence and reached out to unbutton Cassandra's clothes. He looked solemn, but his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was

'Sex is void.'

that it was useless. Martin Lu, who had always been self-control, was now like being in a fire. If he was

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

of Cassandra's

"Click -"

thin lips pressed against the man's thin lips, and then kissed him

black eyes reflected the girl's attractive face, which seemed... Very

was not

Martin's heart raced and his voice was

to hold back some kind of

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

beating for a few seconds, and then began to beat crazily. His reason told him that

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