She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Does Mr. Foley Hot Feel Slapped in the Face?

Kelvin, a business tycoon who has always kept his emotions hidden, seems indifferent to everything. Even when he was making love with her in bed, he never showed any extra expression

Why is he so angry for Abbie?

It turns out that men treat loved ones and unloved ones differently.

Please let go of me, Mr. Foley. We’ve been over. It’s unwise of you to be alone with me.”

Upon hearing this, Kelvin’s eyes were filled with rage and he thought. She has used all sorts of tricks to seduce me before, but now she’s pretending like there was nothing between her and me. Does she really think the man outside can protect her? She’s just a plaything for him!

Even though he hated her so much, Kelvin couldn’t stand the thought of the woman he slept with smiling coyly in another man’s arms.

He squeezed her wrist tightly, causing Cheyenne to lightly furrow her brows, while tears welled up in her eyes, but there was also stubbornness in them.

“Don’t be delusional, I have no interest in women like you. Cheyenne, tell me how much money it will take for you to give up that herb.

“Aren’t you interested in women like me? Don’t you feel your face slapped when saying such things?”

Every time they made love, he behaved like a wild beast, always pushing her to the point of exhaustion before letting go.

The next day, he put on his pants and left quietly.

This is so frustrating!

Kelvin seemed to have also thought of those passionate nights with intimate scenes.

The cold and slippery touch of her skin awakened the memories he had been unwilling to admit.

Yes, he detests this woman so much.

His body, however, betrays his will honestly.

It cannot be denied that this woman has a damn charm on him, to the point where his pride in self–control repeatedly crumbles.

Kelvin deceives himself by blaming everything on Cheyenne, thinking that it was her intentional or unintentional temptation that led him to commit such

a sin.

He reflexively fling off her wrist, the veins on his forehead standing out, indicating he was outraged.

The slender and well–defined hand took out a handkerchief from the pocket of the suit jacket.

He carefully wiped his fingers, with slow and elegant movements, as if touching her made him feel dirty.

This deliberate action painfully pierced Cheyenne’s heart. How dare he look down on her for being dirty? It’s always him who is clearly dirty!

I don’t want to argue with you about these meaningless things, Cheyenne. Why do you have to force her? You clearly know that Abbie’s illness can no longer wait.*

In his eyes, she’s a jealous, selfish, malicious, fickle and despicable woman.

she will firmly establish this malicious accusation to avoid being falsely

woman smiled; she was

hand to gently rub the bruised area that he had squeezed, her voice sounding

understands me. You’re right, I deliberately didn’t want that woman to get the

Cheyenne did not back down because of

stealing, robbing or spending a

but her personality was difficult for Kelvin to accept;

people had become extremely cold, and Kelvin looked down

a feeling

50 million to

“Not for sale!*

to death; what

do you want?

never treated me that generously when we were still

or not, I took this herb to save lives! I won’t sell

walked out in her seven–centimeter high heels. Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright

see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her, he was

him in dim light and Omari couldn’t

saw the tears glinting

to Cheyenne and put his hand on

cold touch spread through his palm as she replied, “I’m

Are you

helped Cheyenne put it on. The warm jacket smelled of

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Not Feel Slapped in

brought some

him hold

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she wore didn’t fit her well – it hung off her like a child playing dress–up

wall with a resounding “bang“. Lime

it!” he cursed under

a luxurious car drove past them in

him go?

to Contine Estate tonight. I don’t want to go back to Lawrence Villa,” Cheyenne

residents were all wealthy individuals who lived in opulent

off her ill–fitting jacket and handing it back to Kelvin. Thanks for driving

coldly insisted on parting ways with him, Omari’s eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, “We’ve come this far

some sleep. Bye.” With that, she closed

little woman…” Omari

her apartment building. Before even entering her unit, she could

clean white shirt and black pants. His face was

design that wren

menginst your foreingle and breathing paltorm the

cell in the king dem tilbushy the asked.

ya mach the day, but your breathing & abod ona xarand diver

the way Cheyenne

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