She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 214: You’re Only Worth One Dollar

Old Mr. Foley had a red face and the sound inside made him blush even more. But secretly, he was applauding for his grandson. He believed that he would soon have a great-grandchild. “Mr. Lara, you heard it too. Cheyenne is busy right now, so you should go back first.”

Omari gave old Mr. Foley a cold look, and his gaze didn’t ignore the locked door. “Is the person inside really Cheyenne? I don’t believe it! Even if it is her, there might be some extenuating circumstances, right? “Of course, it’s because Cheyenne still loves my grandson. It’s not your concern.”

Old Mr. Foley lowered his head, feeling a bit guilty for the first time.

“I won’t give up on Cheyenne.”

Omari didn’t know how he left the Foley Mansion, but on the other side of the door was the woman he loved.

Should he kick the door down? He was afraid of seeing Cheyenne with another man, a scene that would hurt him a hundred, a thousand times more than anything else.

It felt like he had gone back in time, back to three years ago – on her wedding day.

Omari left slowly, like a soulless body. To be honest, the sight of him walking away was heart-wrenching and desolate, and it brought a hint of moisture to old Mr. Foley’s eyes.

He could tell that this young man also had deep feelings for Cheyenne. But people are selfish. If Kelvin truly didn’t care about Cheyenne, he might not have done this.

But when he saw his grandson holding Cheyenne in front of everyone, he knew that his grandson was just talking tough.

For the sake of his grandson’s lifelong happiness, he had hurt another person and felt guilty about it for some time.

The temperature inside continued to rise. Whether due to medication or jealousy flames burning within Kelvin, he hadn’t stopped yet while Cheyenne felt like she was the prey in his mouth, almost chewed to bits and swallowed by him.

Though there was a layer of carpet between them, her skin was soft, and a slight pinch would leave an imprint.

Kelvin glanced at her, a hint of tenderness flickering in his eyes. He firmly supported her delicate waist, effortlessly lifting her from the floor. Soon, they both found themselves on the soft bed.

The spacious villa was completely deserted. Old Mr. Foley had ordered the place to be locked down, and they received their meals delivered daily.

Cheyenne knew something was wrong with her body. This lack of control felt incredibly frustrating.

Having just rested for a while, Kelvin hadn’t had the chance to put out his cigarette when Cheyenne snatched it from his mouth.

as if she were releasing

first time she had initiated a kiss since her

eyes held surprise and a slight tremor. He

to burn yourself,”

will hate you. It took me so long to forget about you, what the hell is this?” Tears fell onto

her waist tightly in his arms, patting her back soothingly with rare anticipation in his cold voice.

at all; Kelvin was tired of being treated like air by Cheyenne while she smiled coyly

it was too late;

he held onto her hand tightly without letting go until they

even the maid

her fierce eyes that made even the maid’s heart skip a beat before bowing apologetically upon seeing them open

where her waist was restrained by large hands that couldn’t be shaken off even after moving around twice – ironic considering this was their first night sleeping together after three years of marriage

face for quite

pressed together. His expression was serious even in

almost succumbed

“What time is it?”

it’s

the maid, then gently pushed away Kelvin’s hand while supporting herself to head

time was yesterday; she broke her word and she hoped going

wiped

mirror, Cheyenne scolded Kelvin in her mind for the umpteenth

and picked up her handbag. She took out a coin from it and threw it next

a few words

nothing, but

old Mr. Foley was

with a pile of books in front

that

evident in her sarcastic remark. “Miss Lawrence

by her grandfather, Emelia

walked into the hall and looked calmly at old Mr. Foley, remaining

hoarse voice sounded.

“You… you already know?”

Foley bowed his