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.

to her, personally escorting her

Why?

it have to be

betrayed by both a lover and a friend, surged in his heart. With a slight parting of his lips, he warned her in a

seemed to ignore his words, biting into the candied hawthorn with

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

to eat? Go buy

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

his clear and gentle eyes as he spoke softly, ‘Kelvin, I apologize. I didn’t

‘Get lost!’

the hell cared about his candied hawthorns? He was angry

didn’t anger Sam. He stood there gracefully, smiling

you don’t like sweets. But why are you holding… um, a

Kelvin didn’t seem to

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

answered her question,

bamboo stick. ‘Oh, it’s Miss Berry’s birthday. Master Sam, do

the radiant smile on her face, as if seeing flowers bloom in late spring or early summer, feeling an inexplicable

have some things to do. Let’s say our goodbyes. Master Sam, remember the promise you made to me; see you

I’m used to

The candied hawthorn she dropped on the ground moments ago lay there, a bit

he spoke towards her retreating figure, ‘It’s not for Abbie; it’s Black Forest gateau…’ The

Cheyenne, have you forgotten?

today, it was the day we got