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?

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

for many ballet moves today. Just moments ago, Cheyenne had mentioned that Abbie didn’t finish 32 single-leg rotations, and now she

like a slap

she was feeling proud of herself for being able to outshine Cheyenne in ballet dance. But

“La Bayadere”, not only were there elements of Western ballet, but also the mystery of Eastern Indian dance. The segment that Cheyenne performed was the scene where the female lead met her lover in a

rhythm intensified, their emotions became more

a swan – always rebellious and independent as the

many people in attendance did not understand ballet, they couldn’t help but admit that they were amazed by Cheyenne’s performance when watching her movements and emotions

leapt into the air, her long hair flowed behind her like waves and even the white tablecloth in her hand became like a sharp weapon. Her slender legs

that same white tablecloth turned into the female lead’s veil which fell lightly over

win so easily!” Abbie

at that piece of cloth spinning beneath her feet; Abbie

mesmerized by the figure dancing gracefully before him, feeling angry that she

yet she 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 so

with red wine, taking big strides towards the beautiful woman. But just after 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 table which made Kelvin nervous because if she slipped over, her head would surely

inside while silently

It was too late…

up, and her

Old Mr. Foley was also frightened

the game. Abbie and Emelia

fell down with her back foot landing on the table just as she was about to