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.

case, she will firmly establish this malicious accusation to avoid

smiled; she was peerlessly

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

right, I deliberately didn’t want that woman to get the

Cheyenne did not

“So what? I got this herb without stealing, robbing or spending a penny. I

beautiful, but her personality was difficult for Kelvin to accept; she

the two people had become extremely cold, and Kelvin looked down at

feeling that he wanted to

offer 50 million to

“Not for sale!*

death; what did

do you want? Name

generously when we were still

narrowed her almond eyes and parted her cherry lips. “Believe it or not, I took this herb to save lives! I won’t sell it no matter how much you

her seven–centimeter high heels. Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright red skirt swayed

door for a long time but didn’t see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm

appeared before him in dim light and Omari couldn’t see

he saw the tears glinting in Cheyenne’s eyes and

Cheyenne and

through his palm as she replied, “I’m fine; he just wanted my

good. Are

he spoke, Omari took off his suit jacket elegantly and helped Cheyenne put it on. The

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18: Does Mr. Foley Not Feel

some

let him hold onto her shoulder

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jacket she wore didn’t fit her well – it hung off

resounding “bang“. Lime plaster crumbled and scattered to the ground,

cursed under

them

can’t let him go? Cheyenne…” Omari trailed

Estate tonight. I don’t want to

most affluent areas; its residents were all wealthy individuals who lived in opulent European–style buildings adorned with marble sculptures and Gothic spires

jacket and handing it back to Kelvin. Thanks for driving me home, she said before heading inside. “We’ll catch up

flickered with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, “We’ve come this far and

drinker. Go home and get some sleep. Bye.” With that, she closed the car door behind her

a heartless little woman…”

Before even entering her unit, she could hear the soothing sound of piano music playing in the distance – it

the piano was a young man dressed simply in a clean white shirt and black pants. His face was gentle but his eyes

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