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.

cold, a bit faster than usual, and with a hint of urgency, betrayed a sense of grievance. If Cheyenne listened carefully, she could detect the subtle hint of hurt in his words. “Grandpa said that room has always been

“I haven’t been there!”

Not even once!

hadn’t expected him to explain so seriously. Her eyebrows

you can tell Grandpa that the room doesn’t need to be reserved. After he

lightly,

mind was in turmoil for a second, the words she had just said echoing in his mind. After Grandpa recovered, she wouldn’t

her tidying up and the previous organization, the trace had faded. With time, it would continue to fade. He felt as if his heart was

Cheyenne? Start over! These words pressed

Yes, start anew!

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 not to care about her, persuading herself not to be sentimental, he still did

to pick up a paintbrush he had sworn never to touch again, and had a wardrobe

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

right; he did care about

the emotional surge, his regularly beating heart began to

the moment he smelled her fragrance, and

on the other hand, felt uneasy under his

with this

are you looking

the past, when she wanted to be closer to him, she had naturally made even more overtly provocative moves, including hugging him from behind, sitting on his lap when he wasn’t paying attention, stealing kisses on his

a doubt, every time she was