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.

an imprint on his, biting down on his lip as if she were releasing pent-up emotions, and a bittersweet trace

first time she had

slight

to burn yourself,” he

you, what the hell is this?” Tears fell onto her lips

waist tightly in his arms, patting her back soothingly with

being treated like air by Cheyenne

before but now it was too late; she said she no

crying, Cheyenne fell asleep on Kelvin’s chest while he held onto her hand tightly without letting go until they both drifted off into

the room that made even the maid who opened the door blush red and avoid looking

opening her fierce eyes that made even the maid’s heart skip a beat before bowing

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

stared at Kelvin’s sleeping face for quite some time

tightly pressed together. His expression was serious even in

succumbed once

“What time is it?”

Foley… it’s

Kelvin’s hand while supporting

yesterday; she broke her word and she hoped going

simply wiped

bruises in the mirror, Cheyenne scolded Kelvin in her mind for the umpteenth

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

a few words quietly in front

for nothing, but your skills are

old Mr. Foley was drinking

a pile of books in

indicating that

Cheyenne walked down from upstairs, Emelia’s disdain was evident in

being shouted at by her grandfather, Emelia

the hall and looked calmly at old Mr. Foley,

hoarse voice sounded.

“You… you already know?”

Foley bowed his