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

the first time she had initiated a kiss since her

held surprise and a slight tremor. He quickly extinguished the

careful not to burn

you. I really will hate you. It took me so long to forget about you, what

her waist tightly in his

than nothing at all; Kelvin was tired of being treated like air by Cheyenne while she smiled coyly at other

too

exhausted from crying, Cheyenne fell asleep on Kelvin’s chest while he held onto her hand tightly without

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

rustling sound amidst sleepiness; suddenly opening her fierce eyes that made even the maid’s heart skip a beat before bowing apologetically upon seeing them

bronze-colored skin covered in imprints 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 ending

face for quite some time

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

succumbed once

“What time is it?”

it’s ten

then gently pushed away Kelvin’s hand while supporting herself to

word

wiped herself

in the mirror, Cheyenne scolded Kelvin in her mind for

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

murmured a few words quietly in

are not whoring yourself for nothing, but your skills

Mr. Foley

a

indicating that she was forced

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

being shouted at by her grandfather, Emelia

and looked calmly at old Mr. Foley, remaining silent

hoarse voice sounded.

“You… you already know?”

bowed his head in