She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 212: Is He Really My Biological Grandson?

This medicine was personally given by old Mr. Foley. He knew how potent it was. It was no longer safe to stay here.

With a face filled with joy and anticipation, he dismissed the housekeeper and the servants. As he turned, he noticed Emelia standing there dumbfounded. Old Mr. Foley approached her and gave her a pat on the head.

“What are you still standing here for? Go.”

“Grandfather, you…”

Why would he drug Cheyenne’s soup?

This question remained unspoken. Emelia struggled to find the words, but she couldn’t resist her grandfather’s sharp gaze, so she turned and left.

In the room, Cheyenne sat barefoot at the edge of the bed. She gave a cold, distant glance to the tall figure still standing in the room. She chuckled lightly, “Mr. Foley, you can leave too. I’m tired and need to rest.”

With that, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. As she opened the closet, she noticed that her clothes were still there, all the ones she had worn before, not Abbie’s. This realization brought some relie to Cheyenne; she wasn’t used to wearing clothes that others had worn.

After issuing a clear dismissal, she seemed to ignore Kelvin and walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water echoed through the room.

The hazy glass door reflected the woman’s blurred figure, and it could be vaguely seen that she was slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt at her waist. Just this glimpse made Kelvin’s body seem to catch fire.

The air was filled with a palpable heat, and it seemed as if some kind of exciting hormone had been added to his bloodstream, causing it to flow even faster. He must have been suppressed sensual passion for too long, which was why even a single glance at her could elicit such a response.

In hindsight, he hadn’t been with anyone since the divorce.

that he also needed to freshen up, but as he

He couldn’t open it!

had locked the door

over to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and saw his grandfather with two servants using wooden planks and a hammer to seal the window shut. “Grandfather! What

banging sound, but it was all in

said impatiently, “It’s all because you’re so useless! If you’d made Cheyenne give a child earlier, she wouldn’t have been heartless enough to divorce you. Now, I’m helping you out, so

What did he mean?

can’t

imagine how furious Cheyenne would be if she came out of the bathroom and saw him

the effects of the drug are probably taking hold. If you were even a bit useful, I wouldn’t have to resort to this. Kelvin, if you have any ability, prove yourself, or else don’t blame me for kicking you out.” After saying that, old Mr. Foley even tested the sturdiness of the window with his hand, patted it to his satisfaction, and

the guests downstairs have left. Have the servants tidy up quickly. Oh, and lock up the second floor tonight. No one is

days. Do you think that boy can hold out for three days? I’m a

Joe was speechless.

couldn’t open it. He began to feel a little frustrated and had to take off his coat and sit in the chair to calm

stopped, and Cheyenne was startled by the knocking sound outside. She accidentally dropped the showerhead in her hand to the ground, and warm water flowed over her

dry with a towel and put on a random nightgown before stepping out

up at her opening the door and his eyes dimmed at

onto her chest, and onto the slender red strap on her fair and

loosely on the arm, and the skirt length reached just above the thigh. A pair

bath, her face steamed by water vapor was flushed with a bright red color. The

else how charming she was, or he wouldn’t have lose his rationality and had so

widened her eyes and stared at the man sitting on the chair, quickly covering her chest with her hand. She asked angrily, “Is there

stretched out a slender hand and gracefully unbuttoned the top three buttons