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?”

pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist; the scent of perfume mixed with alcohol

his arms crying, “Why did you come back? You shouldn’t have

while bitter smoke still seeped into their

bed like crazy, rolling herself up inside the blanket

the same time, saying, “I don’t need you to explain, as long as you come back.

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

out of the door, snatched the cigarette from her mouth and threw

like a demon crawling out of hell, scaring the nearby

her

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 living

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

stubbornly said, “Give me three years; I

with you even

she continued to pester him under

had a sweet and refreshing orange scent, and she always liked to smoke it before kissing him. Initially, Kelvin was resistant, but gradually, he grew to love the smell of the smoke. He also smoked,

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

bowls of soup. She surreptitiously set the soup aside and took out a small white vial from

pill into the

guilty conscience, carried the bowls with the

focused her gaze and realized that the figure

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

planning

Emelia returned to 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 it from

actually the