Chapter 722 Meeting An Old Friend (2)

At last, Tim was beaten to the wall and thought about his mistakes. He felt that he had been deceived before. How could Cassie like him sincerely? Obviously, because she couldn't get him, she just tangled with him.

'If you really like someone, you won't use such a method to deal with him.'

The man standing in the corner turned his head to the woman who was choosing clothes. "I suspect that you don't really love me at all."

"Don't talk to me now. I'm afraid I can't control myself and will beat you up again." Cassie gritted her teeth and replied, grabbing her clothes and not turning around.

Judging from the woman's voice, Tim could tell the woman's mood. He accepted his fate and continued to criticize himself.

However, the woman behind him rustled as if she was taking off the Nightgown right here. Tim was shocked by what he thought.

"Are you going to change your clothes here?"

The door and window were not locked!

Even though no one would come here now, she shouldn't be so relieved. He really wanted to hold this woman as if he had smashed the table!

No matter how much Tim wanted to be angry, he was slowly picturing the beautiful body of that person. How tempting it would be if she didn't wear clothes.

But before he could think too much, Cassie threw her clothes on his head and said in disdain, "Don't think that I don't know what dirty things are in your mind. It's disgusting."

Tim, who was really thinking about some dirty things, could not refute.

However, not long after, the rustling sound became louder. Looking at the swaying ears of the man, Cassie lowered her voice, as if to tempt him, "If you really want to see, you can turn around."

Trying his best to hold back the thought of turning his head, Tim shook his hand on the top of his head and pretended to be serious, "No. don't worry about me. Just be happy."

Cassie sneered and put away the crumpled clothes. Soon she ran to the bathroom and changed

staurant's main door and stepped on the light floor. The marble floor and high heels collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

The glazed lights above the heads were also lit up in the daytime. The hall was empty and a little monotonous, but every arrangement was just right.

Luxurious but not corrupt.

The well made up waitress led the way with a smile, "Miss Cassie, this way please."

Cassie nodded slightly and followed the waitress, holding Tim's hand. When they entered the elevator, the waitress pressed the button of the third floor, and they arrived soon.

When she walked out of the elevator, she faced a long and complex corridor. The floor on the ground was hard to tell what kind of material it was, but the bright color made Cassie look at it for a long time.

On both sides of the corridor, there were paintings with strong exotic charm, and these words were connected with stories. One by one, people could read a story.

The end of the story was their destination.

The waitress stopped in front of a door and said with a smile, "Miss Cassie, here you are. Have a good time."

Cassie gave some tips to the waitress, and then opened the ancient thick door with Tim. Then they saw a woman sitting inside, patiently coaxing a little girl in her arms.

It was Consuela.