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.

before; their excited

after another affirmative

seen him before! He looks even more handsome in person than

such an

is an

looked up at him

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

Benson’s upbringing was strict.

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

hand and play the piano together, and he would weave all

pencil case, causing her to open it in class and scare the other children when

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

child to faint on

found their way to the Lawrence Villa, and her

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

“Kneel down!”

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

he listened to his father’s stern scolding, he knelt down and with slightly parted lips,

his child, whom he had raised, would do such

me, why are you doing

rectangular purple mark, which must have

grabbed her father’s hand and cried out to identify

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

Nora was only eight or nine years

that she is usually seen as a well-behaved and obedient girl

onto Benson in order

on, the

heard that he had become a world-class pianist, a

all these years, how had that handsome and gentlemanly young boy from their past become

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