She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 213: I am Cheyenne, not Abbie.

She is like a poppy drenched in poison, her stunning appearance was enough to make one addicted.

Just a kiss and Kelvin couldn’t resist anymore. He wanted to love her fiercely like he used to.

He wanted to tear through her icy, arrogant facade, and transform her back into the demure, yielding woman beneath him, allowing him to toy with her and take what he desired. However, he ultimately underestimated her ruthlessness. Although she was clearly turned on, she tried to sober up by pinching her thigh.

Tears welled up unexpectedly in her eyes, only to be gently licked away by Kelvin the next moment. He eagerly sought her slightly swollen lips, and this time, his actions were gentler. “Kelvin, wake up! I’m not Abbie, I’m Cheyenne – your least favorite person!”

She could see the flames of desire in his eyes, but the thought that he might be mistaking her for another woman made her heart ache even more than if he didn’t love her. Proud like Cheyenne, disdainful of being someone else’s substitute.

Even now, she wished she could be in an ice-cold cellar, her thigh bearing the marks of her fierce grip, which was the only way she escaped his deep kiss…

Their eyes meet each other.

He saw disdain and stubbornness in her eyes, and Kelvin’s heart felt heavy. He whispered softly in her ear with a low voice. “You’re not a stand-in, I… know you’re Cheyenne.” Without another word, he lowered his head and bit onto the thin strap on her shoulder, pulling it gently downward. There was a hint of resignation in his gaze.

At least in this moment, he truly wanted her.

She also needed him, didn’t she?

Cheyenne couldn’t believe that what she heard was true; her experience told her that this man had no heart at all.

Telling lies comes as easily as breathing to him. If you believe him, you’ll probably end up being eaten alive and left with nothing.

“Don’t… don’t touch me, Kelvin. We are done.”

She gave him a hard push, and his body fell back unexpectedly and hit the bedside table beside him.

and clear

on

wondered if

hated him, she couldn’t stand seeing someone die in front of her. She began to regret if

after taking medicine, so theoretically,

the ground made her a little scared. She crawled on her knees and hands to

his name, “Kelvin, don’t be a jerk. I’m broke; I

moans, and he weakly

when he pushed her down beneath him. Kelvin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fiery red, looking at her with a sinister intensity. “I told you not to touch me. Do you know the

seen him angry before, but she had

defiantly pressed against his face as she lifted her chin proudly.

worried that he had tricked her again. In a whirlwind, the man’s large, heavy body

poor nightgown was discarded like a

had returned to that night

a storm suddenly brewing on the sea, creating towering waves that left her disoriented and

she heard the man grit his teeth and say, “You

“No… Don’t… Ugh…”

stolen away, and when the man’s weight pressed down

to end it all, but when her hot, sweaty hands touched his

Damn it.

She was powerless!

that something was wrong. He remembered his grandfather’s meaningful smile. It

you dare touch me, I’ll hate you,” Cheyenne stubbornly bit his arm, and a tear

Kelvin held her wrists tightly. At that moment of inner conflict, he

you? I’m here to pick

That familiar voice.

It was Omari.

He had arrived!