She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 338: He’s the One Sending You to Hell

Time seemed to freeze in that moment, the scene becoming eternal. The dim light in the corridor cast a soft glow on her fair face, adding a touch of gentleness. Her eyes remained calm, with a hint of disdain as she looked at him, lips parting lightly, “I’m leaving.”

But as she took a step, Kelvin grabbed her and pulled her back. Cheyenne retreated two steps, finally pressed against the wall by him.

His towering figure surrounded her like a mountain, casting a shadow that blocked most of the light. His handsome face, akin to a deity, displayed both brightness and darkness. His deep-set eyes stared at her pouty face, and he asked in a low voice, “Are you angry?”

“Shouldn’t I be angry?” She raised her face defiantly, despite losing in height, and glared back at him.

Kelvin, seeming puzzled, furrowed his brows. “Because she slept in your room without permission? I didn’t know. Abbie has a different room.”

Cheyenne, indifferent, mocked with a cold smile when she heard he mentioned Abbie had another room here. “Mr. Foley, you’re being overly concerned. I don’t care about Miss Berry and you. As for that room, I’m well aware. We’re divorced, and it’s your house; she can sleep wherever she likes.”

“I’m angry because you wealthy people treat others so casually, with no dignity. And you, you make me feel indifferent. Regarding this matter, I’ve had firsthand experience, no need for explanations; I won’t listen.”

Her rosy and charming lips, tempting like cherries, uttered a string of words that fueled his anger. She claimed she wasn’t angry because of Abbie, as she didn’t care about him. She accused him of being indifferent.

Kelvin didn’t want to help the maid simply because he thought she might commit more wrongdoings for personal gain. He didn’t appreciate Cheyenne unjustly accusing him.

Noble as Kelvin was, he usually disdained explaining himself, especially to a woman. But he spoke now.

urgency, betrayed a sense of grievance. If Cheyenne listened carefully, she could detect the subtle hint of hurt

“I haven’t been there!”

Not even once!

hadn’t expected him to explain so seriously. Her eyebrows lightly lifted, and her pouting face

gaze, she looked elsewhere. “Mr. Foley, you can tell Grandpa that the room doesn’t need to be reserved. After he recovers, I

lightly, her tone

words she had just said echoing in his mind. After Grandpa recovered, she wouldn’t come here

Cheyenne’s existence in his life. Despite her tidying up and the previous organization, the trace had faded. With time, it would continue to fade. He felt as if his

to start anew. But what about him and Cheyenne? Start over! These words

Yes, start anew!

when she was with other men, the strange thoughts in his mind. Over the five years she was by his side, her presence had seeped into his life, into his soul. Even though she deliberately tried

never to touch again, and had a

said aloud, “Just don’t want to lose face when I’m

right; he

surge, his regularly beating heart began to

he smelled her fragrance, and Kelvin’s gaze turned

under his intense scrutiny, her face

this

are you looking at me

closer to him, she had naturally made even more overtly

every time she was