She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 205: Your Lady is Over There

Cheyenne didn’t want to waste any more time with the scumbag couple, so she sweetly stepped forward and took old Mr. Foley’s arm. “Grandpa, it’s chilly outside. Let’s go in.”

“Okay, okay! I’m so happy that you came to see me. Come on, I have your favorite mango pudding cake prepared at the party. I had the butler specially make it for you.”

Joe, who had been standing behind them all along, gave Cheyenne a faint smile and respectfully bowed his body. “Mrs. Foley, it’s been a long time.”

Cheyenne nodded her head at him and responded softly, “Uncle Joe, please call me Cheyenne from now on. I’m no longer your lady anymore. Your new lady is next to your young master over there; don’t call her by mistake.”

Joe remained silent.

Old Mr. Foley listened with regret; it seemed that Kelvin really hurt Cheyenne.

She was someone who knew what she loved and hated; saying this meant that she was kicking her grandson out of her world – not a good sign.

Kelvin coldly looked at Cheyenne with icy eyes as his heart suddenly sank into sharp pain mixed with anger.

He couldn’t say anything back.

Emelia brightened up and quickly went over to hold Abbie’s hand like sisters do while coquettishly saying, “Abbie, don’t be sad! Grandpa is just joking around with you! Come on in together with me! You’re Kelvin’s sweetheart after all – no one can replace you even if some people have thick skin!”

move made Abbie feel confused since Emelia had appeared like an enemy

seemed to please Abbie. The latter was feeling rather awkward and unsure whether to stay or leave, but now she was reluctant to go. Yet staying would be equally uncomfortable, especially since old Mr. Foley didn’t seem to welcome her. If Kelvin didn’t step in and insist, she might indeed become the clown of this evening’s event. After standing there for several minutes without any

on Cheyenne, but she showed no reaction whatsoever. Even when she heard Emelia say that Abbie was his sweetheart, she didn’t appear surprised at all. She just shrugged as if it didn’t matter to

woman and Cheyenne had been jealous

made him breakfast with her own hands. He told himself that he did it not because he

pleasing him for three days, Cheyenne gave herself up and resumed her lazy sleeping

attitude of not allowing him to look

truly cut

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title, was about to

this familiar place, memories replayed in Cheyenne’s mind like scenes rewinding in a

a blanket. On that coffee table, he read documents while she did her homework. In the hallway on the second floor, beneath a painting of Mona Lisa, she had gave her first

Her lips had swollen for several days afterward, and she had been

memories like these; they were all in the past. The future was coming and she had to move forward without thinking about Kelvin or those good

unaffectedly sitting next to old Mr. Foley while wearing black professional attire which made people think she was either his bodyguard or subordinate. She

down on old Mr. Foley’s left side, deliberately placing Abbie near Kelvin and

Vincent wandered around during the banquet making many people reacquaint themselves with

asked, “How have you been lately?” Cheyenne sat upright,

that Cheyenne used to not eat steak like this. She found it too troublesome and always asked the chef to cut it up for her before bringing it out. When he took her out to

he had such a vulgar