She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 141: Do I Need to Remember You?

Kate’s arms were getting sore, but Nora didn’t take the fruit basket from her. “Okay, it looks like they don’t want it,’ she thought.

“Bang!” The beautiful fruit basket was thrown by Kate onto the trash can in the hallway, and the fruits spilled out, rolling on the ground. No one dared to pick them up.

“You take your things back yourself. If Cheyenne wants to eat something, I’ll buy it for her. Who knows if you’ve poisoned the things you gave her?”

“You!” Sean raised his fist and rushed towards Cheyenne but was stopped by Nora before he could reach her.

“Okay Sean, we’ve made our point. It’s Cheyenne’s decision not to see us. Let’s go.”

“Nora…”

“Let’s go!”

Nora’s hatred towards Cheyenne was even stronger than Sean’s, but with so many people around, she didn’t want to do anything stupid against Cheyenne to embarrass herself.

There will be plenty of time in future when she can catch Cheyenne at a low point; just wait for that day.

“What happened? Cheyenne.” A gentle voice as soft as water sounded behind everyone present; this clear and melodious voice refreshed everyone’s ears.

Turning around, they saw a man walking towards them with morning light shining on him; he wore a loose white long T-shirt paired with black linen wide-leg pants which complemented his shoulder- length silky hair that shone golden under the morning sun rays.

His beauty surpassed that of any woman

The tranquility and serenity emanating from him made her look like a character stepping out of a painting.

However, such an outstanding man is actually blind!

His eyes are crystal-like bright yet empty inside; his eyeballs do not move but one can feel tenderness coming through them.

concerts before;

after another affirmative replies

looks even more

such an

he is an

at him

family lived next door to the Lawrence Villa. Benson’s father was a university history professor while his mother was a famous stage

Benson’s upbringing was strict.

school there would always be a pretty little boy coming over to play at their

piano together, and he would weave all

open it in class and scare the other

was unlucky. He had a hereditary

faint on the spot and be

child’s parents found their way to

it was raining that night. Mr. Gibbs carried Benson by the collar

“Kneel down!”

the little boy were soaked by the rain, and it was unclear whether the drops on his delicate and fair face were

knelt down and with slightly

didn’t believe that his child, whom he had raised, would do such an

are you doing

a rectangular purple mark, which must have been

that he would betray herself, and quickly grabbed her father’s hand

his piano playing is bad, so

Nora was only eight

to lie has reached a level of perfection, and coupled with the fact that she is usually seen as a well-behaved

onto Benson in

day on, the Gibbs

heard that he had become a world-class pianist, a height she could not aspire to

all these years, how had that handsome and gentlemanly

do you still remember me?” Nora swallowed her saliva and walked up to him, asking softly. The woman’s voice sounded clear and unfamiliar, Benson only