Chapter 1828

I'm not your type, and you're not enjoying it either.

Gwendolyn Dillon stroked her chin and, with a playful smile, asked, "If I were to say that I don't want it?"

Gottrunda was surprised and thought he was joking: "What did you say?"

Gwendolyn Dillon stood up and approached Trudy Lambert, askin...

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