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.

She couldn't take off her clothes or take a shower because of her disabled hand.

When she was wondering how to tell Martin, Martin had already brought her clothes to change, and in addition, he had something like a wristband in his hand.

Cassandra, "..."

With a serious look on his face, Martin said, "Your hand is injured and it's inconvenient for you to move. Let me help you take a shower."

Cassandra's pupils shrank. Damn it! If she had known that she would be treated like this after being injured, she would have crippled herself earlier!

A few seconds later.

Cassandra had already slipped into the bathroom. If her hand was not injured, she might have peeled off her clothes quickly to see if Martin could stay calm.

Lowering his head, Martin walked into the bathroom, put away the clothes, and carefully put on her wristband to prevent the wound from being infected by water.

After that, Martin turned on the hot water and adjusted the temperature. The bathroom was immediately filled with a layer of mist and the temperature rose.

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

Martin walked over in silence and reached out to unbutton Cassandra's clothes. He looked solemn, but his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was doing an extremely sacred thing until the last button was unbuttoned.

'Sex is void.'

Martin repeated the words in his mind for countless times, but found 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 to ashes.

Cold sweat dripped from Martin's forehead. He thought 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 he couldn't control himself at all.

The man's hot fingers reached out to the back of Cassandra. Before he touched the lock of Cassandra's underwear, Cassandra suddenly raised her head and raised the man's chin slightly with one hand.

"Click -"

The moment the lock was unlocked, Cassandra's cold thin lips pressed against the man's thin lips, and then kissed him without warning, trying to take the initiative. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Martin's back froze, and his black eyes reflected the girl's attractive face, which seemed... Very attractive...

Martin tried his best to control his desire in his body. It was not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid of touching her wound.

"Stop it." Martin's heart raced and his voice was unusually hoarse.

As he spoke, he carefully avoided her wrist, trying to hold back some kind of emotion that wanted to explode.

With a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, Cassandra raised Martin's chin with her cold fingers and said, "I'm not kidding. It's just a small wound. It's not a big deal... "

Martin's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his heart suddenly stopped beating for a few seconds, and then began to beat crazily. His reason told him that he couldn't do anything recklessly, but sometimes, he couldn't rely on his reason at all.

Moreover, the person in front of him was what he had dreamed of before. For him, he had no resistance at all.

A few seconds later.

All of a sudden, Martin lowered his head, pinched her chin and kissed her without warning. He acted very fast, but he still carefully protected Cassandra. One was that he was afraid of touching her wound, and the other was that he was afraid of hurting her.

The man's thin lips tightly sealed the girl's lips. His body took her back a few times unconsciously, and easily pushed her to the wall. A hand was placed behind her, blocking the slightly cold wall for her.

After a long and lingering kiss, Martin looked down at her. At that moment, his blood seemed to freeze all over his body, and his eyes were full of uncontrollable desire, thoughts and confusion.

The next second, he buried his head into her neck and greedily sucked the smell of her body. He said in a very low voice, "Cassandra, I'll ask you again. Will you regret it? "

He had been scheming for many years and calculating all the people in the world, but he couldn't figure out the person in front of him.

Cassandra raised her head slightly, and a faint smile slowly appeared on her pale face, which was like the drizzle in March south of the Yangtze River, and fell into the eyes of Martin little by little.

Raising her hand, Cassandra held Martin's face and said word by word, "What I regret most is that I didn't dare to express my love until now. I have missed so much time with you. Fortunately, it's not too late. We still have a long time... "

Martin's back tensed up in a straight line, and there was only darkness left in his dark eyes. He suddenly lowered his head slightly, held her hand and interlocked his ten fingers with hers, and kissed her lips without any desire.

"Cassandra, this is your choice. Even if you regret in the future, if you are tired of it, you can blame me and hate me, no matter what... I won't let you go for the rest of my life. "

If it was wrong for them to be together, he would rather be wrong forever.

Cassandra sighed silently, put her arms around his neck and rested her head on Martin's chest. The man's undulating and powerful heartbeat resounded in her ears. At that moment, she suddenly felt that her life was complete.

According to the legend, there were three kinds of obsessions: greed, hatred and ignorance. Unfortunately, she couldn't break any of them, so she had to follow her most primitive heart and do happy things with her lover, regardless of the fate.

Therefore, on the second day, Cassandra, who was almost unable to get out of bed after having sex all night, felt that she was a typical idiot.