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.

have attended Benson’s concerts before; their excited voices rang out

another affirmative replies

before! He looks even more handsome in

has such an artist

is

also looked up at him in

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

Benson’s upbringing was strict.

when she was still attending elementary school there would always be a pretty little boy coming over to play

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

open it in class and scare

unlucky. He had a hereditary congenital heart

to faint

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

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

“Kneel down!”

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

scolding, he knelt down and

whom he had raised, would do such an absurd and boring thing. He immediately picked up

me, why are

hit his hand, leaving a rectangular purple mark, which must have been

herself, and quickly grabbed

He said he hates Cheyenne because she always says his piano playing is bad, so

was only eight or nine years

with the fact that she is usually

all the blame onto Benson in order

on, the

had become

handsome and gentlemanly young boy from their past become

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 knew it wasn’t Cheyenne’s voice and shook