She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 335: Living in Your Bedroom

Kelvin’s cold demeanor persisted as he forcefully grabbed Cheyenne’s blood-stained hand, guiding her to the bathroom in the room. Turning on the faucet, he dominantly held her injured hand under the running water in the sink.

Despite his stoic expression, the tight furrow of his eyebrows betrayed a sense of distress hidden beneath his dark eyes. He appeared eerily calm.

If it weren’t for Cheyenne’s internal reminder that Kelvin was the trap that she shouldn’t fall into again, she might have been moved by his current actions. Cheyenne resisted his hold, frowned at him, and the bright ceiling lights in the room illuminated the displeasure in her eyes.

“Kelvin, let me go. I’m a doctor; I can take care of it myself.”

However, Kelvin’s towering figure cast a shadow like a small mountain, enclosing her. He sternly commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

“Don’t move. The injury is on your right hand, and your left hand is not convenient. Don’t be stubborn.”

Left hand inconvenient? Cheyenne would show him what “stubborn” truly meant in the next second.

Swiftly withdrawing her hand, she turned and retrieved items such as gauze and bandages from a shelf, skillfully using her left hand to unscrew the cap of a bottle of antiseptic.

Biting open the packaging of a disposable cotton swab with her teeth, she even tied a neat butterfly knot while wrapping the bandage. All of this was done with her left hand, indistinguishable from her usual right-handed precision. She looked at Kelvin provocatively.

“I’ve already told you, I don’t need you!”

Once, a small injury would prompt her to act coquettishly, hoping he would talk to her and show some concern. With more wounds, she had become unafraid of pain. Even without Kelvin’s care, she would manage well, perhaps even better than before.

sharp sword piercing his heart, causing an indescribable ache and

he wasn’t there. Now that she didn’t need him, he yearned to be her

Mr. Foley had initially wanted Cheyenne to play chess with him, but

old Mr. Foley company, chatting away. When they emerged from the bedroom around

in conversation, and

for Miss Berry to go back alone. How about letting her stay at the

moment, and she paid no attention to Emelia. It was Omari calling. Worried about

“Hello, Mr. Lara.”

over Emelia and the others, fixing on the entrance where a black luxury car was parked, its headlights on. Omari had unexpectedly tracked her to the Foley Mansion! Cheyenne deliberately avoided

something she

his phone and called the security room at the entrance, his voice sending

at the entrance out of here

do it right

enjoying a late-night snack, had never expected to receive a call from Mr. Foley. They had been working there for five

of their working time was spent on TikTok or watching dramas. With a monthly salary of just over four thousand, life was

the call, Cheyenne saw the black car leaving. She wondered why Omari drove the car

from

Cheyenne had disappeared somewhere.

Emelia and a somewhat embarrassed Abbie still standing there, unsure of

her surprise, as she pushed open the door, she heard the sound of rushing

negligee, walked out slowly from the bathroom, water droplets still clinging to her fair and delicate body. Her wet, long hair fell loosely behind her, and she stood barefoot

“Miss Lawrence, you’ve got

Before the divorce, he never stayed in his own room after finishing his