"Who says I still like Chuck? My Simon is so much better than him. I have no interest in Chuck at all now. He was too heartless back then. I thought I'd never see him again, let alone talk about revenge. But heaven is fair. With how ruthless he was, he's getting exactly what he deserves now."
Having thrown those words down in anger, the sexy woman then stood up and proudly walked away.
Tessa Caldwell began processing and churning out buckets of sour milk, one after another, endless.
At the same time, she was particularly furious, her rage climbing like a trek up Mount Everest, higher and higher.
Against this double-edged assault, there was no way for her to suppress it.
Tessa returned to the room to find Faye still lying on the bed exactly as when she left, clothes unchanged, dark suit opened, two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his seductive collarbone.
