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?”

wrapped around his waist; the scent of perfume mixed with alcohol enveloped his

his arms crying, “Why did you come back?

smoke still seeped into their

fell onto the bed like crazy, rolling herself up inside

saying, “I don’t need you to explain, as long as you come back. That’s

beer bottles and cigarette butts in his room. For the first time,

the cigarette from her mouth and threw it on the ground. His black polished

was cold like a demon crawling out of hell, scaring the

her into my

this is your wife. Old Mr. Foley 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 are husband and wife

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

she stubbornly said, “Give me three years;

you even within three hundred years. You

very next day, she continued to pester him under pretext that what was

gradually, he grew to love the smell of

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

walked past her, carrying two bowls of soup. She surreptitiously set the soup aside and took out a small white vial from her pocket, extracting a pill from

the pill into the

the maid, with a guilty conscience, carried the bowls

that the figure in the hallway had disappeared at

pressed against the lid of a trash can. A faint wisp

planning

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 it from

actually the