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.

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

had initiated

surprise and a slight

not to burn yourself,”

It took me so long to forget about you, what

of helplessness crept onto his handsome face as he hugged her waist tightly in his arms, patting her back soothingly with rare anticipation in

than nothing at all; Kelvin was tired of being treated

was too late; she said

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

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

a rustling sound amidst sleepiness; suddenly opening her fierce eyes that made

where her waist was restrained by large hands that couldn’t be shaken off even after moving around twice

at Kelvin’s sleeping face for

were tightly pressed together. His expression was serious even in his

succumbed once

“What time is it?”

it’s

the maid, then gently pushed away Kelvin’s

broke her word and she hoped

wiped herself

Cheyenne scolded Kelvin in her mind for the umpteenth

her clothes and picked up her handbag. She took

leaving, she murmured a few

but your skills are

old Mr. Foley was drinking

a pile

that

upstairs, Emelia’s disdain was evident in her sarcastic remark. “Miss Lawrence must have worked

being shouted at by her

the hall and looked calmly at old

hoarse voice

“You… you already know?”

Mr. Foley bowed his