She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 339: First Kiss

In Kelvin’s scattered and pitiful memories, he seemed to have never kissed Cheyenne’s lips before. Of course, not with any other woman either. The act of exchanging saliva through mouth-to-mouth contact disgusted him, and as a germophobe, he believed he would never do such a disgusting thing in his lifetime.

Except for the last time, when he unknowingly touched her lips after being drugged. But at that moment, his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn’t remember the taste.

Turns out, she was so sweet.

As Kelvin regretted missing out on this delightful experience in his mind, the slightly awkward and domineering kiss made Cheyenne flustered. She wanted to push him away, but when her hand pressed against his scorching chest, it felt weak and powerless.

Damn it.

Did he drug her?

And he only knew how to bite forcefully, without any skill. Cheyenne felt like her teeth were about to be crushed.

Just as she was about to scold him, Kelvin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her beautiful and delicate face blushed uncontrollably.

Finally, using all her strength, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap to his face.

The loud sound reached even Abbie, who was in the room at the end of the corridor.

Following that, Cheyenne exclaimed, “Kelvin, you jerk!” Her voice carried a strong sense of anger.

Kelvin, seemingly unfazed, touched his lips with a calm expression, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face. He mumbled to himself in a daze, “So, this is what kissing feels like.”

pretend! Acting like it’s the

slightly embarrassed. The redness

Cheyenne felt much more comfortable after slapping him. This scumbag had tormented her for a whole eight years, and she had

followed. Cheyenne expected Kelvin to retaliate in anger, but

neck getting sore, so

what exactly do you want

her neck, Kelvin guessed that she might be tired. So, he retracted his

held hands again, and he felt

she had touched something dirty, quickly pulling her

voice, cold as frost,

feel uncomfortable. He replied with a darkened face, “I just wanted you to rest early, to escort you back

room? It was just a short distance. Why

Cheyenne’s face. Just

her small hands nervously gripped his

mark from the previous slap was still there. Was he planning

coldly carried her, kicked open his room door, casually locked

and gray, even the curtains were heavy silver-gray ones that blocked

bed saturated with his scent, and

up abruptly and stared at

interesting. She was the one

leaving no room for hesitation. On

said impatiently, “Cheyenne, don’t overthink it. I just think that you should rest well

Just that?

carry her into his room! The Foley Mansion was so big, there were plenty of rooms. It couldn’t be that, apart from that room, there were no other available