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

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

Cassandra, "..."

serious look on his face, Martin said, "Your hand is injured and

pupils shrank. Damn it! If she had known that she would be treated like this after being injured,

A few seconds later.

not injured, she might have peeled off her clothes quickly to see if Martin

bathroom, put away the clothes, and carefully put on her wristband to prevent the wound from being

adjusted the temperature. The bathroom was immediately filled with a layer

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

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 not careful, he would be burned

that he could at least suppress his most primitive desire, but for him,

man's hot fingers reached out to the back of Cassandra. Before he touched the lock of Cassandra's underwear,

"Click -"

man's thin lips, and then

black eyes reflected

best to control his desire in his body. It was not because he didn't want to, but because he was

raced and his voice was unusually

wrist, trying to hold back some kind

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

few seconds, and then began to beat crazily. His

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