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

woman smiled; she was peerlessly

to gently rub the bruised area that

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

around him intensified, but Cheyenne did not

without stealing, robbing or spending a penny. I rely on my own

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

two people had become extremely cold, and Kelvin looked down

feeling

offer 50 million to buy

“Not for sale!*

to bite her to death; what did this

do you want? Name your

never treated me that generously when we were

her cherry lips. “Believe it or not, I took this herb to save lives! I won’t sell it

high heels. Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright red skirt swayed gracefully under the light

out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her,

dim light and Omari couldn’t see her

tears glinting in

to Cheyenne

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

good. Are

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

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Mr. Foley Not Feel Slapped

some warmth

let him hold onto her shoulder as they left

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the suit jacket she wore

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

cursed under his

car drove past them in

can’t let him go? Cheyenne…” Omari

just thinking. Take me to Contine Estate tonight. I don’t want to go back to Lawrence Villa,” Cheyenne spoke

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

off her ill–fitting jacket and handing it back

insisted on parting ways with him, Omari’s eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he

at night and you’re not exactly a tea drinker. Go home and get some

a heartless little woman…” Omari muttered

way up to the eighth floor of her apartment building. Before even entering her unit, she could hear the soothing sound of piano music playing in

by the piano was a young man dressed simply in a clean white shirt and black pants. His

Laval design

menginst your foreingle and breathing paltorm

down at the cell in the king dem tilbushy the asked. What is Hea

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

the

barson any Cheyenne

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