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.

there were many who have attended Benson’s concerts before; their excited voices rang out “Oh my god! Isn’t

after another

even more handsome in

such an artist

is an

also looked up at

Benson’s father was a university history professor while his mother was

Benson’s upbringing was strict.

attending elementary school there would always be a pretty little boy coming

hold her hand and play the piano together, and he would weave all kinds of small

to open it in class and scare the other children when the

was unlucky. He had a

caused that child to faint on the spot and be

her teacher. Later, the child’s parents found their way to the Lawrence Villa, and her father, furious, gave her a

that it was raining that night. Mr. Gibbs carried Benson by the collar and held a black umbrella as they arrived

“Kneel down!”

soaked by the rain, and it was unclear whether

to his father’s stern scolding, he knelt down

such an absurd and boring thing. He

me, why are you doing

hit his hand, leaving a rectangular purple

herself, and quickly grabbed her

because she always says his piano playing is bad, so he wants to teach her a

only eight or nine

she is usually seen as a well-behaved and obedient girl in George’s eyes, makes her

the blame onto Benson in order to

on, the

again. Later, she heard that he had become a world-class pianist, a height

and gentlemanly young boy from their past become

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