She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 693: The Mockingbird

A strong and elegant figure resembling the sun god Apollo appeared at the door of the room. Under the light, an irregular shadow cast a dark hue on the floor.

He strode forward, and the friction between his leather shoes and the ground produced a faint sound.

Kate was on the phone with Reece and completely unaware of Master Glenn's return, let alone his presence behind her.

"Kate."

Only when his deep, magnetic voice sounded near her ear did Kate notice his presence and turned to look.

His shadow was reflected in her pupils, along with a glimmer of joy. "Glenn, you're back."

At the same time, she quickly hung up the phone.

"Alright, Reece, that's it. Let the company know for me. I have something to attend to, so I'll hang up first!"

"No hanging up, Kate, you've grown bold. How dare you hang up on my call! I told you to cut ties with that man, did you hear me?"

His voice was loud and clear when it came through the phone.

To make matters worse, Kate had put the call on speaker, allowing Master Glenn to hear the unfamiliar male voice on the other end. His face instantly turned gloomy.

Even without turning around, Kate could feel the cold air swirling behind her, making her stutter and completely forgetting what she was about to say.

"Reece, be careful with your life. Just shut up."

"You brat, I'm saying so for your own good. Don't cry in front of me again in the future."

"Hanging up. Bye bye."

"Beep beep..."

Before her words even finished, she heard a series of beeping sounds in her ear.

Reece was expressing his anger!

He raised his phone, about to smash it, when suddenly the screensaver displayed his most satisfied and handsome personal photo.

Kate had just hung up the phone and casually placed her phone on the dressing table before gracefully walking toward Master Glenn with her slender and delicate legs. Barefoot on the floor, her waist swayed gently.

She took the initiative to reach out her hand and placed it on his shoulder. Her tender fingers had just extended when they were grasped by Master Glenn's warm and large palm. He had just returned from outside, and his palm was still cold.

Their fingers clasped, and the warmth from Kate's palm transferred to his body through their touching skin.

Soon, the entire soul felt the warmth.

Kate's cheeks quickly turned red, and with a shy and clear gaze like that of a young deer, she glanced at him, her lips slightly parted, exhaling a fragrant breath. "What's wrong?"

The man, with his narrow and deep-set eyes shining, stared at her, his tone tinged with a hint of coercion.

"Who is that person?"

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Was he referring to Reece?

Kate curved her lips and casually answered, "Oh, that's my good friend, someone you've met before..." "He wants you to leave me!"

As Master Glenn spoke, a fleeting killing intent flashed in his eyes, causing Kate to pause for a moment.

"Um, don't mind him. He's just foolish. He wouldn't understand my affairs. But as my friend, I know he means well." Before she finished speaking, Master Glenn angrily held her delicate face with both hands and leaned down.

His lips dominantly pressed against her cherry lips, exerting a considerable amount of force.

"Mmm."

"I can't breathe," she gasped.

The more she struggled, the more forceful and lingering his kisses became, as if he wanted to kiss her for eternity.

Only when the girl in his arms turned red, her face flushed and her body weak, did Master Glenn show mercy and release her.

The satisfied voice echoed above her head, "You're not allowed to leave."

So, he was worried about that.

Kate lowered her head, her thick and fan-like eyelashes concealing the smile in her eyes. Under the dazzling crystal chandelier, her face was translucently white, and even the

faint veins beneath her temple could be seen.

Her silence made the usually

confident Master Glenn feel a hint of

nervousness. His palm, hidden beneath the suit sleeve, clenched into a fist, with a fine layer of sweat forming in his palm.

"Kate."

He embraced her once again, earnestly savoring her sweetness, but always feeling as if she could disappear at any moment.

His worries, unease, and inexplicable restlessness, Kate could sense them all.

In response, she tiptoed, her hand still resting on his shoulder, but now she moved to undo his tie, followed by the buttons on his coat.

"Glenn, have me."

She said it.

This was her first initiative.

Master Glenn's eyes brightened, and his lips, which had been tightly pursed into a straight line, suddenly curved into an elegant smile, revealing his current joyful mood.

He immediately scooped her up horizontally and took steps toward the large double bed.

Outside, the sky was a hazy gray, and the crystal lights in the room were blinding. Silent tears streamed down the woman's eyes.

Her tearful and pitifully shy appearance aroused the evil in his heart.

He wanted to devour her.

Leaving nothing behind.

After a long time, the room outside had turned pitch black, and the winter night sky appeared higher than in the summer.

Kate fell asleep, exhausted.

The man sat at the bedside, wearing a white shirt with unbuttoned cuffs, revealing a smooth and shiny chest.

Dampened by sweat, his body reflected a sparkling glow under the lights.

He gazed tenderly at the sleeping girl in his arms, his large hand absentmindedly stroking her thick, long hair.

His fingertips gently caressed her rosy lips, forming a smirking smile.

He was growing to like her more and more, to the point where it reached his very core... He wanted to offer his entire heart to her.

If only he could have a longer lifespan like a normal person.

If only he didn't carry the surname Weaver.

If only he didn't have to marry Miss Walsh.

Unfortunately, these were all his fantasies He was born into the opulent golden cage of the Weaver family, and no matter how noble his status, he was nothing more than a caged bird, deprived of freedom.

A caged bird, a species with a very short lifespan.

Suddenly, a ringing sound interrupted his thoughts. His phone rang, displaying a unique number on the screen. Master Glenn's eyes darkened, and his slender fingers touched the screen, sliding to the red "decline" button. After about half a minute, the other party sent him a text message.

A hint of helplessness crossed his face, and he gently moved the small head in his arms aside, getting up to leave.

As he left, he carefully closed the door, afraid of waking the person asleep on the bed.