She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 354: That’s the Day We Got Engaged

‘What?’

Cheyenne was so startled by his words that the candied hawthorn in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.

The translucent sugar coating on the hawthorn shattered on the dusty surface, quickly attracting a swarm of black ants. Cheyenne felt a sense of regret; only four remained.

Sam chuckled and proactively handed his candied hawthorn to her, ‘Miss Lawrence, feel free to have mine.’

He had only eaten one.

Past lessons had taught him: taste the good things, savor the flavor, but don’t indulge.

She still had an unopened string of candied hawthorns in her hand, reserved for Benson. He was from Onistead, and having been in Akloit for three years without returning, he must have missed this nostalgic taste.

After a moment’s hesitation, Cheyenne accepted the candied hawthorn he offered, smiling at him with a touch of self-mockery, ‘I was supposed to treat you to candied hawthorns, but in the end… you paid, and I’m the one eating.’

‘What does it matter? Watching you eat makes it sweet for me too.’

These slightly ambiguous and tender words slipped into Kelvin’s ears and penetrated his heart, stirring waves of bitterness and anger.

He was very familiar with Sam, who was handsome, elegant, noble, carrying a gentle and melancholic prince-like aura. In this world, there were only a few women worthy of him.

Sam detested women to the point of fear. Many noble ladies pursued him, but none left with a smile.

her, personally escorting her home,

Why?

to be Sam! His

a slight parting of his lips, he warned her in a tone mixed with threat, ‘Cheyenne, don’t accept!

to ignore his words, biting into the

jealous? What place are you in to be jealous? Master Sam bought it for me; he can give it to

to eat? Go buy

infuriated. How could this idiot think he wanted to compete with her for

softly, ‘Kelvin, I apologize. I didn’t

‘Get lost!’

the hell cared about his candied hawthorns? He was angry about why he

demeanor didn’t anger Sam. He stood there gracefully, smiling with a hint of helplessness,

forgot, Kelvin, you don’t like sweets. But why are you holding…

memory, Kelvin didn’t seem to enjoy desserts that only young girls

a cold smile, quickly finished the candied hawthorn in her hand, and nonchalantly said while biting the bamboo stick, ‘Master Sam, what date is it

answered her

playfully, her pearly white teeth biting the bamboo stick. ‘Oh, it’s Miss Berry’s birthday. Master

if seeing flowers bloom in late spring or early summer,

indifferent, patting his arm and bidding him farewell, ‘Alright, I have some things to do. Let’s say our goodbyes. Master Sam, remember the promise you made to

I’m used

gracefully. The candied hawthorn she dropped on

His gaze followed Cheyenne as she walked away, and suddenly, he spoke towards her retreating figure,

Cheyenne, have you forgotten?

was the day we got