She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 89: Is That Book Good?

Now there was only Kelvin left in the study.

The light enveloped him, and his figure was as majestic as a mountain.

After a moment, he let out a slow sigh and looked down at the pen in his hand.

The tip was broken.

This pen was given to him by Abbie on his 22nd birthday. She even went to learn from the master herself just to give it to him.

Kelvin had been using it for over five years now, so it felt strange for him to suddenly switch pens. He found a piece of red cloth, wrapped the pen up, and put it in its box.

He planned on having someone fix it on his way to work tomorrow.

The next day was sunny with a clear blue sky outside. White clouds floated by in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Cheyenne had been staying at the hospital for two days now and felt like her back would never straighten again. The doctor said she could leave today though, which made her ecstatic about getting out of there already!

Kate helped Cheyenne pack her things while grumbling under her breath, “Why didn’t you call your family? How are you going to carry all this stuff back home?”

“I don’t want to bother them; someone will come pick me up later.”

with wavy curls cascading down behind her head. She tied an azure butterfly bow hairband around one side of her

“Who?”

“Guess.”

sissy, there’s only Mr. Lara,

was mentioned, a smile immediately appeared on Kate’s face and she

which, Cheyenne, how did you even meet such a high and mighty person like

known each other since childhood. There’s hardly anything I wouldn’t know about you. But when it comes to Mr. Lara’s matter, somehow I

gave her a disdainful look

her, stunned and wide-eyed, propping her chin up with

Cheyenne, tell me how I missed out on a man

Kate really

thoughts went back

She was sixteen then.

like gold from afar. Occasionally blown by the breeze, they spun mid-air before finally landing at pedestrians’ feet. Cheyenne had just finished a mission and walked out onto the street wearing an Audrey Hepburn- style black vintage dress with fair skin. Without paying attention, she bumped into a man who caught her in his broad and warm embrace. He wore

on her shoulder and

while in front of her was

tightly clung to each other, and through several layers of fabric, Cheyenne could

up at

face, with thick

head, the long and thick

reach out and touch

thought in mind, she went

man’s eyelashes in his surprised gaze. The young girl was stunned for a second, and then she suddenly realized what she had done and