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.

crowd, there were many who have attended Benson’s concerts before; their

another affirmative replies

him before! He looks even more handsome in

has such an

is an

up at him in disbelief.

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

Benson’s upbringing was strict.

there would always be a pretty little boy coming over

little boy would always hold her hand and play the piano together, and

causing her to open it in class and scare

unlucky. He had a hereditary congenital heart disease, which nobody

to faint on

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

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

“Kneel down!”

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

he knelt down

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

are you doing

hit his hand, leaving a rectangular purple mark, which

betray herself, and quickly grabbed her father’s hand and cried out

Benson. He said he hates Cheyenne because she always says his piano playing

only eight or nine

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

shifted all the blame onto Benson

that day on, the Gibbs

that he had become a world-class pianist, a

had that handsome and gentlemanly young boy

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