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

woman smiled; she was peerlessly

her delicate and fair hand to gently rub the bruised

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

coldness around him intensified, but Cheyenne did not back down because of

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

difficult for Kelvin to

Kelvin looked down

giving off a feeling that he

50 million to

“Not for sale!*

bite her to death; what did this

much do you

me that generously when we were

I took this herb to save lives!

was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright red skirt swayed gracefully under the light like a blooming

time but didn’t see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her, he

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

within seconds, he saw the tears glinting

you okay?” Omari walked up to Cheyenne and put his hand

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

Are you

took off his suit jacket elegantly and helped Cheyenne put it on. The warm jacket smelled of a

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Not Feel Slapped

and brought some

let him hold

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Kelvin watched the two figures fade into the distance, it was clear that the suit jacket she wore didn’t fit her well – it hung off her like a

“bang“. Lime plaster

he cursed

past them in silence. The two occupants

him go? Cheyenne…” Omari trailed

I

residents were all wealthy individuals who lived

her ill–fitting jacket and handing it back to Kelvin.

with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, “We’ve come this far and you’re not even

night and you’re not exactly a tea drinker. Go home and get some sleep. Bye.” With that, she closed the car door behind her and walked away

woman…” Omari

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

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

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