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.

please Cheyenne but getting rejected played

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

a very bad mood. Unexpectedly, she turned her head and saw the tall figure

you here? Have you eaten? Would

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

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

image of 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

matte finish, not too dazzling. Abbie arrived at the right time, just in time to see Kelvin “pleasing” Cheyenne by

stared at the scene

so why would he use his own fork to pick food for her? He was a neat freak; he wouldn’t

that Emelia intended to use her to deal with Cheyenne. However, the Foley family didn’t welcome

gentle smile, Abbie shook her

so long. I missed you so much. And my big brothe never brings you home,” Emelia complained, shifting the blame to

she replaced her uncle as a shareholder, Kelvin had become much colder toward her. After leaving her in the

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

went on for almost half a month, slowly wearing away Abbie’s patience. All for a child she had never

appearance immediately darkened old Mr. Foley’s face. Cheyenne had finally come, and now there was another person to spoil the atmosphere. Before he could say

cunningly arranged Abbie on Kelvin’s right side and Cheyenne on his left. There was an illusion