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.

the crowd, there were many who have attended Benson’s concerts before; their excited voices rang out

another

looks even more

such an artist

is an

at

to the Lawrence Villa. Benson’s father was a

Benson’s upbringing was strict.

attending elementary school there would always

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

caterpillar in Cheyenne’s pencil case, causing her to open it in class and scare the other

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

caused that child to faint on the spot

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

clearly that it was raining that night. Mr. Gibbs carried Benson by the

“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 with slightly parted lips, said to Cheyenne, “I’m

would do such an absurd and boring thing. He

me, why are

hit his hand, leaving a rectangular purple mark,

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

because she always says his piano playing is bad,

that time, Nora was only eight or nine

of perfection, and coupled with the fact that she is usually seen as a well-behaved and obedient girl in George’s eyes, makes her even more

onto Benson in

day on,

that he had become a

and gentlemanly

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