She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 211: Grandfather Drugged Her

Kelvin had never felt so agitated before. His kind and gentle “sister” had hidden a malicious and deceitful side, and thinking back to her tears and words in the past made him shiver with fear.

“Kelvin, it’s already 11 PM and Cheyenne hasn’t come back yet. I saw her go to the bar with a man earlier, laughing and talking. Could she have been deceived?”

“Cheyenne’s backpack is really light, let me carry it instead. You work hard, Kelvin, you shouldn’t have to carry her bag.”

“It hurts… I don’t know why Cheyenne took my medicine. Maybe she was curious and thought they were calcium pills.”

“Kelvin, do you like her? I think I saw Cheyenne receive another man’s love letter. Don’t be sad, okay? I’ll feel sorry for you.”

“This pen was handmade by me as a birthday gift for you, Kelvin. By the way, on my way here, I saw Cheyenne too, why hasn’t she arrived yet?”

Subconsciously, Kelvin pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, holding it between his two slender fingers and lighting it with a vintage and beautiful lighter.

“Click.”

The blue flame ignited, flickering flames that illuminated his handsome but resolute face while casting an eerie blue hue over his eyes.

His consciousness drifted away as he recalled his honeymoon period with Cheyenne.

He left her home and went to Enofone with Abbie for Abbie’s medical treatment; when he returned home after one month, he even forgot that he was already married until he discovered someone else in his room upon returning for clothes.

As soon as he opened the door, the room was dark except for a red dot floating amidst shadows like an eye watching him intently.

“Who?”

after that, a pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist; the scent of perfume mixed with

arms crying, “Why did you come

kiss while bitter smoke still seeped into their

onto the bed like crazy, rolling herself up inside the blanket

same time, saying, “I don’t need you to explain, as long

in his room. For the first time, he

grabbed her arm and threw her out of the door, snatched the cigarette from her mouth and threw it on the ground. His black polished shoes stepped on it to

gaze was cold like a demon crawling

let her into

said Mrs. Foley can stay…” Before she could finish speaking, Cheyenne got up from the ground with her crimson face rubbing against his arm, “We

wife? You think you’re worthy? Cheyenne, take a look in the mirror yourself! A woman like you is not worthy of being my wife! Be smart enough to be just eye candy for three years, then we’ll divorce!” He still remembered Cheyenne’s reaction at that moment; she leaned against one of the servants, appeared

me three years;

won’t fall in love with you even within

to pester him under pretext that what was said when drunk doesn’t

grew to love the smell of the smoke. He also smoked, but only when he was passionate or feeling agitated. The billowing blue smoke obscured the

to come out from Cheyenne’s room when she saw the figure in the hallway. Startled, she quickly retreated around the

set the soup aside and

pill into

carried the bowls with the pill towards

and realized that the figure in

cigarette was still burning, pressed against the lid of a trash can. A faint wisp of smoke

the maid planning

the room where old Mr. Foley and Joe were sitting with Kelvin, who had just arrived. The atmosphere was eerie. Old Mr. Foley beckoned for the maid to bring in some soup with a smile on his face. “Isn’t chicken soup your favorite, Cheyenne? Come on, have some soup before you go back. I specially ordered

the one drugging