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;

lace lingerie reeking of booze collapsed into his arms crying, “Why did you come back? You

still seeped into their lips; it tasted chokingly spicy but also

crazy, rolling herself up

the same time, saying, “I don’t need you to explain, as long as you come back. That’s all that matters.

his room. For the first

mouth and threw it on the ground. His black polished shoes stepped

demon crawling out of hell, scaring the nearby

let her

could finish speaking, Cheyenne got up from the ground with her crimson face rubbing against his

being my wife! Be smart enough to be just eye candy for three years, then we’ll divorce!” He still remembered Cheyenne’s

stubbornly said, “Give me three years; I will make

you even within three

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

gradually, he grew to love the smell of the smoke. He also smoked, but only

when she saw the figure

She surreptitiously set the soup aside and took out a small white vial from her pocket, extracting a

pill

with a guilty conscience, carried

that the figure in the hallway had disappeared at

a trash can. A faint wisp of smoke lingered

the maid planning

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

is actually the one drugging Cheyenne!