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.

me?” Don’t tell her that he came looking for her because he fell in love with

“Come with me!”

up onto his shoulder again before carrying her towards

an old sack of potatoes, Kelvin dumped Cheyenne onto the

Mr. Foley,” Chris watched as Mr. Foley took charge

on the gas pedal, they left

some plans for her, Cheyenne was surprised when he carried her to a

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

asked, her hands covering

eyebrow, clearly annoyed. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested

a relief,” Cheyenne

black bag. He tossed

sarcastically, “I had no idea, Mr. Foley, that you had this kind of

Anyway, I’ve worn more

hearing this, Kelvin clenched his fists, glaring at her coldly. “Cheyenne, can’t you stop demeaning yourself?” he

just for a cozy chat under the covers,” Cheyenne retorted. She suddenly sat up,

was flooded with memories of countless intimate moments they’d shared in the past. “This

go!” he

same. Kelvin, I look down on you,” Cheyenne said, smiling fearlessly and meeting his

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

as you can’t escape the vulgarity between men and women,

say that, I’ll show you what it

She asked for it!