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.

rejected played out on the dining table, leaving

a woman stood there in astonishment for a while. Her gaze

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

are you here? Have you eaten? Would you

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

her elegant and gentle temperament.

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 only make

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 to see Kelvin “pleasing” Cheyenne by offering her food, and the latter’s disdainful

at the

his own fork to pick food for her? He was a neat freak; he wouldn’t even eat something picked by others, let alone proactively picking food for her.

deal with Cheyenne. However, the Foley

smile, Abbie shook her head lightly,

great! Abbie, you haven’t visited for so long. I missed you so much. And my big brothe never brings you home,” Emelia complained,

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 in the seaside

president’s office at the top floor. They

went on for almost half a month, slowly wearing away Abbie’s patience. All for a child she had never seen before. Kelvin, how could he be so

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

Kelvin’s right side and Cheyenne on his left.