She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 200: Vulgarity

Upon hearing his voice behind her, Cheyenne impatiently turned around and rolled her eyes. “Mr. Foley, do you have anything else to say? Hurry up and spit it out so I can leave.”

Kelvin had nothing to say, he just didn’t want to see her willingly fall into a downward spiral.

After thinking for a while, he finally spoke in a commanding tone. “Don’t come to places like this anymore.”

Cheyenne found it amusing and crossed her arms with pride as she looked at him disdainfully. “Who are you to tell me what to do?” “Kelvin, listen carefully, we’re done now and I don’t love you anymore! Goodbye!” The words “don’t love” kept echoing in his mind like a curse. He felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart as if he were being crushed by a boulder. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him.

“How could you be like this, Cheyenne?” Clearly she was the one who intruded into his world first.

“I was the one who said ‘l love you’ first but you didn’t care.”

“I’ve been secretly loving you for eight years and married to you for three years. During these three years, it’s been you that tore my heart apart piece by piece and trampled on my love for you.”

“Kelvin, I’m tired. I don’t want to love you anymore.” Only after getting drunk tonight did Cheyenne speak candidly about how she felt inside. Kelvin listened with complex emotions. He couldn’t bear it.

Eight years… She had secretly loved him for eight years? When did that happen?

“Cheyenne…” He couldn’t bring himself to say those three words: “I am sorry.”

“Let go.” She glared at him coldly with slightly drunken eyes.

“No,” he replied firmly.

that he came looking for her because he fell in love with her! Pfft! She no

“Come with me!”

his grip but Kelvin lifted her up onto his shoulder again before

old sack of potatoes, Kelvin dumped Cheyenne onto

Chris watched as Mr. Foley took charge dominantly;

the gas pedal, they

some plans for her, Cheyenne was surprised when he carried

the bed and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his suit jacket. His long, slender fingers moved gracefully against the

Cheyenne asked, her hands covering her chest as

eyebrow, clearly annoyed.

a

with a black bag. He tossed it in front

no idea, Mr. Foley,

I’ve worn more inviting clothes

glaring at her coldly.

you don’t want me to, then why bring me to a hotel? Don’t tell me it’s just for a cozy chat under the covers,” Cheyenne retorted. She suddenly sat up, extending a hand

lingered on his chest, and Kelvin’s mind was flooded with memories of countless intimate moments they’d

go!” he shouted in

all the same. Kelvin, I look down on you,”

cold, emotionless laugh as she spoke, “Isn’t that right? You are thinking about your childhood friend

even someone as high and cold as you can’t escape the vulgarity between men and women,

since you say that, I’ll

She asked for it!