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.

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

“Come with me!”

but Kelvin lifted her up onto his shoulder again before carrying her towards

Cheyenne onto the

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

the gas pedal, they left the

that Kelvin had some plans for her, Cheyenne was surprised

quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his

hands covering

her cautious movements, Kelvin raised an eyebrow, clearly

a

black bag. He tossed

inside. She blushed and scoffed sarcastically, “I had no idea, Mr. Foley, that you had this kind of quirk. Do you want me to wear

with it. Anyway, I’ve

this, Kelvin clenched his fists, glaring at her

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

countless intimate moments they’d shared in the past. “This damned woman is at

go!” he

same. Kelvin, I look down on you,” Cheyenne said, smiling

opened her red lips and let out a cold, emotionless laugh as she spoke, “Isn’t that right? You are thinking about your childhood friend Miss Berry,

someone as high and cold as you can’t escape the vulgarity between

say that, I’ll

She asked for it!