She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 23 Most Girls Won’t Have a Like for You

Old Mr. Foley gave a cold glance at the tea brick before giving a fake smide and saying. T’m getting cider now, if I drink too much test night, keep me up, so I’ve stopped drinking it. Cheyenne told me to drink more plain water instead?

His blood pressure was high, so he couldn’t drink beverages either,

It was obvious that he was picking a fight with Abbie,

Kelvin felt angry for the first time towards his grandpa’s unreasonable behavior but held back his rage. If Grandpa doesn’t like it, then forget about it “Well, I like drinking plain boiled water. Life is about taking things lightly and eating bland food to keep your mind and body comfortable. Otherwise, you take everything too seriously, your body will naturally suffer…

Abbie’s face turned from red to pale as she hung her head low. Her long and thick eyelashes curled up, casting a shadow on her face

The old mac didn’t pay attention to her and turned his head to ask Kelvin, 1 don’t believe that girl would cheat on you. She loves you more than anyone else in this world. What’s the reason behind all this?”

Love him?

Kelvin couldrit help but laugh at that.

If she really loved him, would she have attended an auction with her lover just one week after their divorce was findized?

“There’s no particular reason,we just have incompatible personalities, Kelvin replied,

The old maris lips twitched slightly.

“She’s only twenty–one years old this year, while you’re almost thirty. You should be more tolerant of her. You’re a bad–tempered and moody old man who’s almost thirty, most girls won’t have a liking for your

An old man?

Kelvin narrowed his pretty eyes slightly before retorting in a soft voice, “Grandpa, you’re already sixty–nine years old!

Who exactly is the older one here?

Old Mr. Foley was rendered speechless,

Looked

But He Looked

OError

to speak, but she couldn’t help feeling annoyed when she heard old Mr. Foley speaking well of Cheyenne. After all, Abbie was the

care, you have to go and bring Cheyenne back for me, or else I won’t eat dinner tonight,” said old Mr.

a fierce old man, and in the next he

Kelvin remained cold as

no chance of us getting back together. Grandpa, please give

he stood up decisively and grabbed

suddenly empty except for an angry old Mr. Foley

now that Kelvin had

Grand

at him. don’t be angry anymore.

asked old Mr.

is an excellent person, but I didn’t expect her to have so many men around her who seem quite close to her,” whispered Abbie while staring at her slender fingers with

towards Cheyenne, but instead he laughed proudly while stroking his sparse beard. “I knew that Cheyenne was popular. Well,

How could he say

getting a bit tired now. Miss Berry, please feel free to leave,” the old man said as he slowly

the grand hall, leaving Abbie alone on the sofa with a

sit here for a while to catch my breath?” Abbie asked as she placed her hand over her chest in an

despised these delicate and weak girls who acted like they were about to faint at

her out either; it

our guest rooms for her temporarily,” old Mr. Foley

hearing this, Abbie smiled. “Thank you, Grandfather,” she

please

butler appeared to be around fifty years old with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He was a man of few words and even his black suit was the most traditional

long hallway. The entire second floor had a semi–circular design

one of the

requested to visit the Foley mansion, but old Mr. Foley never agreed to meet her before now. She

a room door where he turned around to face Abbie under dim light; his wrinkled face

long scabbed over, it clung to his face like an ugly centipede. It