She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 266: Return the Oil Painting

That scene became a vivid memory that Kelvin would never forget for the rest of his life, forever etched in his mind.

Since then, no matter how much his mom hit or scolded him, he refused to create oil painting again.

Many years passed. When Cheyenne used her birthday as an excuse to ask him to paint her a picture, he reluctantly painted her portrait despite feeling uncomfortable about it. After finishing the painting, Kelvin immediately regretted it. Why did he compromise just because it was her birthday? He was never one to be soft-hearted.

As memories faded away, four years later, the painting appeared before him once again but this time as a gift from another man presented like treasure in front of Cheyenne. Upon learning that Kelvin was the artist behind this painting, Omari’s expression turned cloudy.

He had struggled to come up with a brilliant idea to delight Cheyenne, but in the end, he inadvertently assisted his romantic rival instead…

Would Cheyenne soften just because Kelvin painted this picture?

Thinking about this made Omari turn around immediately and cast a cautious look towards Cheyenne with hopeful eyes.

“Cheyenne… I didn’t know Mr. Foley painted this picture. Let me return it back to him and I’ll get you another one next time.”

Omari’s voice trailed off as he handed over the oil painting with gritted teeth towards Kelvin while flashing an especially bright smile on his handsome face.

“Mr. Foley! What a coincidence! I didn’t know you were the artist behind this piece! Here you go… now everything is settled.”

Omari had planned on doubling up on what he paid for. But since he let slip how much money he spent earlier in front of Cheyenne, he would let Kelvin pay the original price. “Hmm,” replied Kelvins nonchalantly as he took the oil painting from Omari’s hands and placed it aside on the sofa without any further comment.

all?’ He supressed his anger in

cursing out loud

guys discussing irrelevant things here. Mr. Foley, what brings you here so late at night?

intent in his indifference. After all, he had experienced the battlefield and every move he made

over with tears as she curled her lips, snorted and sat defensively

knee skin that glistened like snow. Her

as his handsome face drooped slightly while his fine hair covered

he

other; the latter didn’t say anything

too; old Mr. Foley is someone whom I

since she has nothing to do with you now. How about this? I know

were ordinary folks. However, Kelvin wasn’t one of them. “Thank you very much,

out Kelvin’s mouth, the atmosphere

a sudden surge of anger that left him shaken, ready to speak but finding his voice disappearing in

“I…”

meant someone who belonged in the past. So what right did he have now

How despicable!

make the decision on this matter myself. Kelvin, I’ve told you many times that Grandpa’s illness is serious and

Countless times, in fact.

as an excuse to trick Kelvin

that even after they got married, whenever Cheyenne said anything, he thought she was lying and just acting with

the day you left. He said he wanted to see