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.

establish this malicious accusation

she

rub the bruised area that he had squeezed,

I deliberately didn’t want that woman to get the

him intensified, but Cheyenne

herb without stealing, robbing or spending a penny. I rely

was undoubtedly very beautiful, but her personality was difficult for Kelvin to accept; she was too proud

the two people had become extremely cold, and Kelvin looked down at the woman in front of

giving off a feeling that

offer 50 million to buy

“Not for sale!*

bite her to death; what

much do you want? Name

never treated me that generously when we were

almond eyes and parted her cherry lips. “Believe it or not, I took this herb to save lives!

out in her seven–centimeter high heels. Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright red skirt swayed gracefully under the light like a blooming

long time but didn’t see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her, he was about to rush inside

light and Omari couldn’t see her

glinting in Cheyenne’s eyes and self–mockery in

up to Cheyenne and put his hand on her

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

Are

jacket elegantly and helped Cheyenne put it on. The warm jacket smelled of a woody scent that

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brought some

lowered her head and let him hold

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fade into the distance, it was clear that the suit jacket she wore didn’t fit her well – it hung off her like a child playing dress–up in adult

brooding gaze, and punched the wall with a resounding “bang“. Lime plaster crumbled and scattered to the ground, leaving behind

he cursed

them in silence. The two

let him go? Cheyenne…” Omari trailed

to Contine Estate tonight. I

wealthy individuals who

to a stop outside one such building and Cheyenne unbuckled her seatbelt before taking off her ill–fitting jacket and handing it back to Kelvin. Thanks for driving me home, she said before heading

parting ways with him, Omari’s eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, “We’ve come this far and you’re not even going to invite me up for some

exactly a tea drinker. Go home and get some sleep. Bye.”

woman…” Omari

she could hear the soothing sound of piano music playing in the distance – it was “Wedding in Dreams,”

a clean white shirt and black pants. His face was gentle

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