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.

will firmly establish this malicious accusation

she

extended her delicate and fair hand to gently rub the

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

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

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

personality was difficult for Kelvin to accept;

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

giving off a feeling that he wanted to tear

million

“Not for sale!*

her to death; what did this

you want?

me that generously when we

I took this

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

been waiting at the door for a long time but didn’t see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her, he was about to rush inside when the

light and Omari couldn’t see

he saw the tears glinting in Cheyenne’s eyes and self–mockery

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

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

good. Are you

his suit jacket elegantly and helped Cheyenne put it on. The warm jacket smelled

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some warmth to

let him hold onto

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

wall with a resounding “bang“. Lime plaster crumbled and

cursed

drove past them in silence. The two occupants inside

let him

Contine Estate tonight. I don’t want to go back

individuals who lived in opulent European–style buildings

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

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

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

little woman…” Omari

elevator and made her 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 the distance – it was “Wedding in Dreams,” one of her favorite

clean white shirt and black pants.

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