She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 66: Cheyenne, You Lost Quite Miserably

Omari sensed that something was off with Cheyenne immediately and asked concernedly, “Cheyenne, what’s wrong?”

When he saw the man approaching him, he finally understood what was going on.

Omari’s gentle smile became even more pronounced as he wrapped his arm around Cheyenne’s slender waist and whispered in her ear, “Is it because of him?”

He couldn’t help but feel jealous of Kelvin. Just by appearing in front of Cheyenne, Kelvin could easily affect her emotions.

As Omari lowered his head for a moment, the disappointment in his eyes was hidden behind his long lashes and quickly passed.

Cheyenne felt like something was stuck in her throat and she couldn’t speak. “No…”

“Kelvin! Wait for me!” A clear and gentle voice came from the private room. In the next moment, Abbie appeared in front of Cheyenne. She was wearing a pink ladylike dress, with chestnut straight hair adorned with a pearl headband, looking elegant and graceful.

When she saw Cheyenne on the opposite side, her beautiful face showed a hint of surprise before she smiled gently.

“Miss Lawrence, what a coincidence.”

Abbie also noticed Omari standing next to Cheyenne and sighed regretfully inside. Such an outstanding man, how could he be interested in someone like Cheyenne who had been divorced? He must be blind.

Her sarcasm and disguise were almost immediately seen through by Omari. The man couldn’t help but curl his lips and there was a hint of laughter in his deep-set eyes as he hugged Cheyenne tightly.

He whispered softly into her ear with an flirtatious posture.

that your ex-husband’s mistress? Cheyenne,

of figure, appearance or ability… what could Abbie

of Kelvin’s love. The eight years that Cheyenne had given him seemed insignificant compared

her lips as she didn’t notice Omari’s hand placed on her waist for

gaze, she saw nothing but coldness and disdain in his eyes. His look was

she said with a calm smile on her face. But the more composed she appeared, the angrier Kelvin became. The chill around him grew heavier

that rested on Cheyenne’s slender waist before turning to Abbie and speaking without a hint of

how much Kelvin despised Cheyenne. She could rest easy now. “Kelvin, don’t be so hasty,” Abbie said as she turned to Cheyenne. “Miss Lawrence… are you looking for a private room? We just vacated one ourselves and there

reduced to being greedy for little advantages?’

at Cheyenne’s shabby attire and became

the designer dresses worth millions of dollars that Cheyenne used to wear, what clung to her body now were cheap clothes bought

Abbie turned around readying herself for departure. Omari still smiled gently; his gaze never leaving sight of Cheyenne whom he

kindness, Miss, but we won’t need this private room. Cheyenne and I will head home

a bottle of Producteur Comande

It was an estate wine that many nobles had to make

and Kelvin knew it better than

and innocent appearance when

a seductive nightgown, opening a bottle of red wine and savoring

drank, she was as cute as a little

she enjoyed the taste of the wine

she smiled and kissed his lips, the woman’s subtle body fragrance mixed with the rich wine, creating a strange

that she brought. He pulled

are you drinking

you to

you really crave