She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 331: Sore Hand

Kelvin made his stance clear, silently using his fork to pick up a piece of braised pork and placing it on Cheyenne’s plate. This sudden move made her look at him as if she had seen a ghost. Her sparkling eyes widened, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of coldness in the corners of her eyes.

“Eat. Don’t you like this?” he said.

He remembered correctly. Cheyenne loved braised pork. Whenever it was served, most of it would end up in her mouth. She didn’t behave like other high-born ladies, delicately sipping soup and maintaining appearances. Trying to lose weight and control her figure.

He used to think that Cheyenne, who loved fatty meat, was unique. Seeing her happily devouring her food, he found it embarrassing. It seemed like she had never had a good meal at the Foley mansion, making people say that Kelvin, despite his wealth, let his wife starve.

This was also why he didn’t like bringing Cheyenne to banquets. She would just sit in a corner and eat.

He realized how wrong he was at the banquet welcoming Emily. Cheyenne did have the ability to stand out; she just kept a low profile and didn’t want to attract attention.

Lost in thought, he saw Cheyenne’s fork bypassing his braised pork and instead picking up a piece of green vegetable. She savored it with relish, answering him casually, “That’s all in the past.”

With those words, the light in the man’s deep-set eyes dimmed. He didn’t offer her more dishes and casually lowered his head to eat.

but getting rejected

in astonishment for a while. Her gaze turned

bad mood. Unexpectedly, she turned her head and saw the tall figure standing at the entrance. Instantly, a plan

stood up to welcome her. “Abbie, why are you here? Have you eaten? Would you like to join

embroidered with heavy patterns. She walked gracefully in

hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her slender waist, and her elegant and gentle temperament. Her plain

the “pure goddess,” but with her appearance, she was far from a goddess. So, she had to intensify her makeup to uphold the “pure” image. Little did she know that if the outfit and makeup didn’t match, the forced effect would

other hand, was both cool and sexy. Her black outfit, combined with the earth-toned eyeshadow, highlighted her eyes. The tomato-colored lipstick had a matte

at the

Cheyenne the most, so why would he use his own fork to pick food for her? He was a

fool. She knew that Emelia intended to use her to deal with Cheyenne. However, the

a gentle smile, Abbie shook her head lightly, “Not

I missed you so much. And my

at the dining table, feeling a sourness in her heart. Ever since she replaced her uncle as a shareholder, Kelvin had become much colder toward her. After leaving her

president’s office at the top floor. They even used separate elevators. Even when she went to his

wearing away Abbie’s patience. All for

face. Cheyenne had finally come, and now there was another person to spoil the atmosphere. Before he could say anything, Emelia

side and Cheyenne on his left. There was an illusion of being flanked