She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 340: Misunderstanding

Cheyenne carefully avoided creating any barriers or curtains between them, convinced that Kelvin had no interest in her. She believed their previous sexual intercourses were solely for completing old Mr. Foley’s tasks, and as for the last time, it was because both of them were drugged.

Today, Kelvin hadn’t consumed alcohol or been drugged, and he was completely sober. She believed he wouldn’t repeat the distasteful act he despised. After resolving her thoughts, she lay down with her back to Kelvin, covering herself tightly with the blanket.

Staring at the shadows on the wall for a few minutes, she expected to struggle with insomnia. Surprisingly, the scent of the blanket, belonging to him, quickly put Cheyenne to sleep. The room filled with the soothing sound of her even breaths. The bedside lamp still illuminated the room with its warm, yellow light, casting a glow on her slender body.

Kelvin lay with one hand supporting his chin, gazing at her back. Her baby-like sleeping posture revealed a person with deep insecurities.

Suddenly, his eyes felt a bit sour. He recalled a phrase that his friend Sam once said to him, “A person who has been in the dark for a long time and cannot see the light, why should you expect them to like the light? If one day they are willing to step out of the darkness and embrace the light, it means they have opened their heart completely.”

Once such a person returned to the darkness again, he would become completely cold-blooded and merge with the darkness.

Was Cheyenne such a person? After choosing him due to her lack of security, he had dismantled her dependency inch by inch with his own hands. Now that she had returned to the darkness, would she never trust him again?

Kelvin’s gaze lingered on her profile for a while, and finally, he shifted his attention to her hand outside the blanket. The gauze on it had turned dark purple, the bloodstains having dried and stained the fabric.

He suddenly got up, put on his slippers, and quietly left the room. In a short while, Kelvin returned with a medical supply box in hand. He tiptoed to Cheyenne’s bedside.

Sitting at the head of the bed, his tall and sturdy figure leaned forward, and Kelvin lightly furrowed his brows. He reached out a large hand and gently lifted Cheyenne’s delicate hand. Why was her hand so cold?

His actions were

corner of his eyes kept an eye on Cheyenne’s expressions. At the slightest hint

eyes, attempting to pull her hand

pretending to

and gently removed the gauze, cleaning the bloodstains with a cotton

watch the reflection on the wall. Kelvin, lowering his head to blow on her wound, cast a shadow on the wall, creating an image that seemed like he

he turned off the light and returned to his own futon. That night, both of them tossed and turned, finding it difficult

dawn. She opened her eyes filled with hatred, witnessing a sliver of golden

room.

fair and delicate hand, she pulled the curtain aside. The dazzling light

silently at the bright world outside the window, she noticed at the entrance that the maid who had been dismissed last night was in casual clothes, holding a suitcase, bidding farewell to Joe. Abbie couldn’t help

the room to wait for Kelvin in the downstairs dining room to go to the company together. However, as she stepped out, she

night, Master Kelvin slept with Miss Lawrence again, and I heard it

that Miss Lawrence and Master Kelvin are

down around eleven to look for the medicine box, worried

arrived, old Mr. Foley became much

was sick, Miss Lawrence heard about it and gave me a ten-day vacation. She even gave me a bottle of some medicine. It’s really effective. My mom’s asthma

says she’s the next candidate for the hospital director. It’s a

Master Kelvin can win Miss