She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 353: She’s on a Date with Sam

Kelvin scrutinized her attire more carefully. She had even applied a touch of elegant makeup… Quite a challenging feat for Cheyenne who had the habit of sleeping in.

After being stunned, Kelvin put on a grim face and thought, ‘So, she dolled up this early just for a date with Sam?’

Going to the library together was a kind of naive romance reserved for students. He thought Cheyenne had only been to the library with him in her entire life. Apparently, she could go with someone else too. Kelvin’s heart stung with a dull pain, finally understanding a fraction of the pain she went through in the past. But he couldn’t bear it.

His thoughts abruptly returned to many years ago when Cheyenne was seventeen, in her second year of high school, and her academic performance was abysmal. He, on the other hand, was tasked with an important duty by his grandfather – tutoring her!

Despite his refusal, he couldn’t escape his grandfather’s orders, and she persistently visited him every day.

‘Help me with my studies, I swear it’s only math. Hehe, you don’t want people outside saying, your wife only scored nine on the final exam, right?’

Ninety points? His face immediately darkened. He sarcastically retorted, ‘You’re really something. Can’t you just randomly pick ABCD for choice questions? Nine points seem a bit too much!’

The pitiful girl pointed at her head with teary eyes. ‘I perfectly picked the wrong choices for all the choice questions!’

Kelvin sneered sarcastically, ‘Cheyenne, next time, just choose C for everything. I don’t have time for you!’

After saying that, he prepared to leave. Suddenly, a pair of tender, and slim arms hugged him from behind. Her enchanting face peeked out from under his arm.

‘Hubby, you’re amazing! My math teacher told me the same thing. He begged me, saying if I didn’t know, just choose C!’

a girl. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, he felt a soft

his face. ‘You, a seventeen-year-old girl, can you have some shame? Who is your husband?’ ‘Oh,

Aren’t you satisfied with a

some self-respect! Shameless. Who

her chest. Proudly, she puffed out her chest, becoming serious for a

yourthful, but have a

a quick glance. It was summer, hot, and she hated constraints,

developed extremely well – delicate

models with outstanding figures featured in magazines. Just one

around, pulled out a black suit from the closet, and threw it

you want me to tutor you, fine. But from now on, don’t dress like this! Damn it! Is your family so poor that you don’t even have one decent

to drive from the Lawrence Villa to here. She dressed like this, and who knows

irritable. He thought the reason

stupidly looked down at the black

just below her thighs. She wore a blue denim fringe skirt with holes, making it look like she wasn’t wearing pants at all. Her legs were

tutoring her, Cheyenne was clearly infatuated, her bright eyes fixated on him, a

he sacrificed precious work time to help her with

wouldn’t make. Cheyenne, are you a fool?’ She touched her forehead in protest, muttering, ‘Don’t bully me for being uneducated. In

writing next to the problem, his magnetic voice sounded in her ear, ‘Let F1 and F2 be the two

know? Now it seems like it’s better to

speechless. After he had painstakingly explained the problem for so long, she was still