She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 325: Certain Answer

Cheyenne stood still, lowering her gaze, her thick, fan-like eyelashes casting shadows under her fair eyelids, concealing her hesitancy. She had been angry at her grandfather for drugging her last time, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that Old Mr. Foley had treated her like a true granddaughter during her three years at the Foley Mansion. Her heart softened a bit.

She looked up again, her gaze cold and piercing as she stared at Kelvin. “Wait for me. I need to go home to get my silver needle.”

When she said this, it meant that she had agreed.

Kelvin couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had expected Cheyenne to give him a hard time, considering his previous actions, which were quite unforgivable.

But she didn’t. She calmly followed Kelvin and got into his luxury car. In the past, she had always enjoyed sitting close to him in the car, pretending to lean against his shoulder and refusing to move when the car turned. She would chatter incessantly about which restaurants served delicious food, the latest movies, or new friends she had made.

But now, when he glanced back at the small figure sitting by the car door, she remained far away, never once looking at him.

She kept her bright and clear eyes focused on the scenery outside.

It was early in the morning, and the vibrant sunlight illuminated her fair and beautiful face, giving it a soft radiance.

However, her eyes were exceptionally cold, like the chilly wind in autumn, leaving only desolation behind. There was no light in her eyes.

This realization stung Kelvin for a moment, as if he had been stabbed in the heart by a blunt steel needle, and fresh blood slowly oozed out. The person who had caused her to lose that light was him. The car fell into silence, and the atmosphere became tense. Chris felt the awkwardness keenly and attempted to break the silence.

coughed and, with a cheerful smile, said, “Miss Lawrence, it’s

indifferently, making

skin, Chris

want to see you

and ordered in a low voice,

Kelvin, quickly closed his mouth. He

pulled up in the courtyard, and Cheyenne opened the door, got out with one foot, and stepped onto the ground. She turned gracefully

voice responded, “The answer

Chris fell silent.

the house. She wore a candy-colored coat, and the vibrant color made

in a royal blue designer suit, his chestnut short

that he could smell the fragrance on her and hear her heartbeat.

Mansion today, so I’ll be

soon as she said this, Omari felt a tinge of bitterness. “Cheyenne, you only remembered Master Iker. What

but you’re

maybe not. If I lose my legs, how will I hold

“Ha! You’re overthinking it.”

perfectly fine, so why would she need him to hold

off the wrapper before shoving it into her mouth. His actions weren’t rough, but they certainly weren’t gentle either. Cheyenne first gave him an annoyed look, then extended her

and licked it. Finding it sweet, she narrowed