Clara

Hellen’s face was red and her hot breath was sprayed on Richard’s neck, making him tense up his muscles in an instant.

God knew how tempting this Hellen was. If Richard hadn’t arrived in time, then Phoebe would have been raped by that bastard Johnathan!

Thinking of this, Richard felt a lingering fear.

There were a lot of people here. He quickly covered Hellen’s face with his coat and said to the people next to him,

“Arrange a room for me immediately and get me some ice water and towels.”

Soon, they arrived at a room that had just been vacated. Richard put her on the bed, took the ice and towel, and asked them to leave the room.

At this moment, Hellen’s movements were even greater. She hugged Richard like an octopus.

Her face was as red as a date and her eyes were blurred. She had completely lost her mind.

However, she did not lose consciousness and sobriety. There was obvious pain and shame in Hellen’s eyes, which made Richarf’s heart ache.

However, this sobriety lasted only for a w

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