She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 652: He's Not as Simple as You Think The car cto a stop, and Master Glenn got out of the driver's seat. He opened the car door, and with his strong arms, he lifted her up horizontally.

"Ah!" She nervously grabbed onto his arm. Master Glenn was only wearing a white shirt, and the top two buttons seemed to have gone missing at spoint.

The collar was slightly open, revealing two imprints on his tanned neck.

Those were from what she did just now...

Kate suddenly didn't dare to look any further, as if it might be something serious. She extended a tender finger and pointed at his neck, reminding him, "Should we put a band-aid on here?" Seeing her shy expression, like that of a little girl, Master Glenn couldn't help but think that she really was adorable.

He looked down and caught a glimpse of the mark belonging to her at the corner of his eye on his own neck. His lips curved into a mischievous smirk.

"No need for any ointment. This is the label you gave me. I'm yours." She didn't respond, but her heart felt sweet. She held onto his neck tightly and made their way up to the second floor in the darkness.

Master Glenn placed her into the blanket, neatly adjusted the corners, and pressed his lips against hers, greedily savoring the sweetness of his beloved, before finally bidding her farewell. "Goodnight, my dear Kate." Kate widened her eyes in surprise. In the dark night, her gaze was exceptionally bright, inviting him with a hint of anticipation.

There was a hint of grievances and an inviting tone in her words. "My brother isn't home..." Master Glenn suppressed a chuckle and gently patted her back with his palm. "I'm afraid if I stay with you any longer, you won't be able to get up tomorrow. Be a good girl, Kate. We'll see each other again tomorrow. I have to go to the office now." "It's so late, and you still have to go to the office?" Turns out, Master Glenn's life wasn't as easy as she had imagined.

He worked hard, defying his already short lifespan. If it were anyone else, they would have indulged in pleasure long before this day. But Master Glenn was no ordinary person. He would never allow himself to live such a dissolute and self-indulgent life.

In his eyes, life might have a limited length, but it could have infinite width.

So, even if he only had one day left, he would strive until that day.

But now, he was becoming greedy, wanting a bit more time... He hadn't had the chance to love Kate yet, nor had he had the chance to show her the colorful world.

A warm drop of moisture suddenly fell on Kate's forehead.

She didn't know if it was Master Glenn's sweat or tears, but instinctively, she reached out to touch it and then brought her finger to her lips to taste it.

It was a bit bitter, slightly astringent.

It must be tears.

Just as she was contemplating whether it was tears or not, she suddenly felt a weight on her. A heavy man leaned over, and his damp hands firmly grasped her waist.

It hurt a little.

She tried to move, but Master Glenn forcefully held her down, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of satisfied sensuality.

"Kate, thank you." Upon hearing this, she didn't move anymore. After several seconds, Master Glenn heard a shocking statement. "Master Glenn, givea child." "You..." "If you can't live past thirty, I'll learn to be a good mother and raise our child well." "You're truly foolish." He couldn't bear to leave now, so he immediately squeezed onto her bed, pulling her and the blanket into his arms. "If I really die, my fortune will be left to you and the child," he promised. This would bechis new life goal in the days to come! Indoors, the atmosphere was warm and inviting. The heavy, black blackout curtains blocked out the noisy sounds from outside.

A layer of clear frost had formed on the window, & result of the high indoor temperature of twenty-seven to twenty-eight degrees. The cold air outside instantly melted when it touched the steamy glass, but then re-froze into frost due to the low outdoor temperature.

Cheyenne, dressed in a thin white nightgown, knelt barefoot on the carpeted floor, her freshly washed, cascading long hair spread behind her.

She appeared delicate with fair complexion and rosy lips. The scattered books around her created a slightly disheveled scene.

Last night, she had only slept for a little over three hours and then couldn't find sleep again. She got up at around four, four in the morning to sift through a large amount of information, finally finding the place in the Onistead area that matched - the symbol on the map - the red maple forest on the city outskirts.

The locals called it the "Dead Forest."

Coincidentally, her grandfather's nappeared in the news, revealing that he was actually one of the leading experts of thatarchaeological team. Perhaps her grandfather was truly hidden in that forest. Thinking of this, Cheyenne suddenly wished for the daybreak, her gaze fixated on the black curtains in front of her - as deep and profound as the night itself. When the first golden sunlight pierced through the dark sky and spilled onto the horizon, a new visitor appeared in the ancient and desolate Dead Forest.

The person was of short stature, wrapped in a military green coat that covered her from head to toe, the fuzzy hatcovering her small head Her equally fuzzy snow boots peeked out, while she carried a moderately-sized backpack on her shoulders, appearing quite full.

The petite figure gradually approached the entrance to the forest, her gloved hands clasping onto the surrounding large maple tree.

Her fingertips touched a smooth, icy-cold surface. Hastily removing her sunglasses, she was surprised to find that she had touched a snake with a triangular head, displaying a vivid emerald color and crimson vertical pupils, undoubtedly a poisonous snake. But she didn't need to use the short knife at her waist, as it was a frozen snake, its body hanging from a tree branch, along with a fist-sized, colorful spider.

Cheyenne immediately felt relieved. She was afraid of snakes, but this creature couldn't move at all in its frozen state, allowing her to walk freely.

After taking a few steps, she hesitated and decided to draw her waist knife. Closing her eyes, she made a decisive move, using the handle to sever the snake's tongue.

There was a crisp sound that could satisfy even those with OCD - as the frozen snake snapped like breaking a piece of hard ice, resolute and swift.

Even if the snake were to cback to life in the following spring, without its tongue, it wouldn't be able to bite anyone.