She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 208: Your Foot is Injured

Cheyenne lifted her hand and took off the pearl clip that was holding her hair up, placing it on the table. Her thick chestnut curls cascaded down like a waterfall. She looked at Abbie with a calm yet stubborn gaze, using her delicate fingers to unbutton her black suit jacket one by one.

She kicked off her high heels and stepped onto the cold golden floor with her feet painted in bright red nail polish.

“Swish.”

The black suit jacket flew up into the air and opened up like a circle before landing gracefully on a nearby chair. Everyone’s attention was drawn to Cheyenne once again as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing smooth fair skin and delicate collarbones.

Her perfect feet were slender and elegant, adorned with a thin silver ankle chain that made Kelvin blush at its sight. A lot of intimate scenes came into his mind.

It was Cheyenne’s nineteenth birthday, the first year after they had married. She had been pestering him to buy it for her.

Initially, he hadn’t wanted to purchase it, but he couldn’t stand to see her eyes lose their luster. Under the temptation, he had driven back to buy it.

That night, after the passionate moment, she fell asleep by his side. Kelvin had contemplated it for a moment, and before leaving, he took the anklet from his pocket and placed it next to her pillow.

He hadn’t expected her to still be wearing it.

As his mind wandered, Cheyenne’s gaze turned slightly cold, and she pulled the white tablecloth from the table. There was a loud “thud”, and the white cloth fell into her hand, while everything else on the table, including the glasses, plates, and candles, remained perfectly in place. It was a move that left people astonished.

How had she managed to do that?

she ordered the butler to switch over to another song. As soon as Abbie heard it play out loud,

pieces, even more so than “Swan Lake”, serving as inspiration for many ballet moves today. Just moments ago, Cheyenne had mentioned that Abbie

a slap in Abbie’s

a moment ago, she was feeling proud of herself for being able

but also the mystery of Eastern Indian dance. The segment that Cheyenne performed was the scene where the female

movements. As the rhythm intensified, their

swan – always rebellious and independent as the black

not understand ballet, they couldn’t help but admit that they were

flowed behind her like waves and even the white tablecloth in her hand became like a sharp weapon. Her slender legs stretched straight out

as the dream faded away, that same white tablecloth turned into the female lead’s veil which fell lightly over her head like a bridal

win so easily!”

Cheyenne lifted up her head to look at that piece of cloth spinning beneath her feet; Abbie suddenly pulled off one

figure dancing gracefully before him, feeling angry that she had

insisted on portraying herself as a spoiled brat. Why? Were all those previous confessions true or just part of an act? Was she pretending just

taking two steps, Kelvin saw Abbie’s sneaky movement; that pearl rolled down along with his mood until finally landing at Cheyenne’s feet. She stood near enough to the

felt anxious inside while silently calling out,

It was too late…

had stepped up, and

was

would lose the game. Abbie and Emelia looked at each other

Cheyenne was tougher and smarter than they had imagined. She smiled and smoothly fell down with her