She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 92: Do You Have a Cigarette?

The doubt in Kelvin’s eyes made the shop owner angry. Germans value honesty above all else and would never deceive their customers.

He had been in this industry for over fifty years and had never encountered a customer causing trouble.

To prove that he wasn’t lying, the shop owner continued to speak, “Sir, there is actually a mystery hidden within this pen. When it is soaked in hot water, you can see characters.”

There was a glass tube embedded inside with cute version of Kelvin drawn by Cheyenne.

The outside of the pen was sprayed with a layer of black special material that appeared ordinary at first glance but would fade when exposed to hot water.

The female employee quickly brought over a cup of water. The shop owner threw the cap into it and then took it out again.

Sure enough, there was a small drawing on top – Kelvin’s character image – a small person with big round head wearing black suit with hands in pockets looking cool and aloof.

The shop owner wetted the entire body of the pen again; Cheyenne’s cute version image appeared once more.

The girl had long flowing hair cascading down her shoulders as she lay on her desk wearing white school uniform while an orange cat sat beside her. Both were gazing out through window at a young man standing under cherry blossom tree dressed in white shirt being blown by wind.

The cherry blossoms fell to the ground, beautiful like a fairy tale. And there he was! Next to him was a small inscription that read, “He’s like winter, but I’m summer. Let the autumn leaves bring my blessings to him.” Five years ago, this was an impressive design idea that earned him numerous international awards. He owed it all to Miss Lawrence and had a deep impression of this pen. At the time, he wanted to buy it but Miss Lawrence said it was meant as a birthday gift for someone special and couldn’t be sold.

The pen was Cheyenne’s creation. So why didn’t she give it to him personally? Suddenly Kelvin remembered his 22nd birthday party and college graduation ceremony where Abbie shyly handed him the pen, saying, “Kelvin, this is my handmade pen for you on your birthday. Happy Birthday!” The applause echoed around them as envy and teasing glances were exchanged between them. And he hadn’t expected her to be so thoughtful, even making a pen herself despite her health condition, just to give it to him. He accepted it with gratitude.

Then Cheyenne appeared out of nowhere in front of him, shouting angrily, “She’s lying! That pen is made by me!”

At sixteen years old, Cheyenne had always been problematic at school, either skipping classes or getting into fights and even going clubbing at night sometimes.

that night with tears streaming down her face like crystal beads falling from her

a moment, this little rabbit turned into a tigress.

and friends,

have been blind

covered her chest with one hand,

Her heart disease relapsed.

about him at that

in front of Abbie at the first opportunity. “Cheyenne, have you caused

had seen Cheyenne

the first time, her bright and watery eyes were dim in color. Her stunningly beautiful pale face

understand, no matter what I do, I can’t

not even worthy to be compared with Abbie. She is gentle and kind, while you are arrogant

dare to hurt her again, I promise you’ll

as Cheyenne’s slender figure walked out of the banquet hall alone. Her black

seemed to glow,

for five years and

truth was out, Kelvin’s heart was stirred with a mixture of

always saw as a kind and gentle woman was actually the one deceiving

on the pen in his water glass and he suddenly didn’t know what

fix it? Or should he

shopkeeper closed the parchment scroll and returned

the shopkeeper. “This pen wasn’t easy to make. Miss Lawrence worked on it for over a month here

she cut herself badly on some glass but refused to take a

is made from her blood,” continued the shopkeeper with admiration. “Miss Lawrence is one of the most

assumed that Cheyenne got into another fight outside. With disdainful eyes flickering over