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.

attended Benson’s concerts before; their excited voices rang out “Oh my

after another affirmative replies

looks even more handsome in person than on

such an

he is an

also looked up at him in disbelief.

to the Lawrence Villa. Benson’s father was a university history professor while

Benson’s upbringing was strict.

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

boy would always hold her hand and play the piano together, and he would weave all

her to open it in

a hereditary congenital heart disease, which nobody knew

to faint on the spot

found their way to the Lawrence Villa, and her father,

carried Benson by the collar and held

“Kneel down!”

and it was unclear whether the drops on his delicate and fair face were tears or

scolding, he knelt down

he had raised, would do such an absurd and

me, why are you doing

a rectangular purple

herself, and quickly grabbed her father’s hand and cried out to identify the little

says his piano playing is bad,

only eight or nine

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

blame onto

on, the Gibbs family

she heard that he had become a world-class

had that handsome and

her saliva and walked up to him, asking softly. The woman’s voice sounded