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.

Kelvin trying to please Cheyenne but getting rejected played out on the dining table, leaving everyone with

there in astonishment for a while. Her gaze turned cold, and she bit her rosy lip, remaining silent for

her family, was already in a very bad mood. Unexpectedly, she turned her head and saw the tall figure standing at the entrance. Instantly, a

why are you here? Have you

embroidered with heavy patterns. She walked gracefully in a pair of white

back, accentuating her slender waist, and her elegant and gentle temperament. Her plain face now bore a heavy makeup, somewhat inconsistent with her simple

to intensify her makeup to uphold the “pure” image. Little did

the 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 finish, not too dazzling. Abbie arrived at the right time, just in time

stared at the

own fork to pick food for her? He was a neat freak; he wouldn’t even eat something picked by

deal with Cheyenne. However, the Foley family didn’t welcome her presence, so she had to go along with

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

so much. And my big brothe never brings you

replaced her uncle as a shareholder, Kelvin had become much colder toward her. After leaving her in the seaside apartment, he only visited once and hadn’t seen her

in the HR department, while he was in the president’s office at the top floor. They even used separate elevators. Even when she went to his office, she would be stopped by his

went on for almost half a month, slowly wearing away Abbie’s patience. All for a child

come, and now there was another person to spoil the atmosphere. Before he could

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