She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 356: Leave

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a slow stop in front of the two. Kelvin’s face, as serene and handsome as a deity, appeared through the lowered car window.

Kelvin, expressionless, instructed Chris, ‘Get in.’

‘Yes, Mr. Foley!’ Chris had never been so moved; he thought his boss had left him behind.

Little did he expect Mr. Foley to be so considerate.

Juliana also wanted to ride in his car, approaching and trying to strike up a conversation. With a pitiful tone, she pleaded, ‘Mr. Foley, I forgot to drive today. Can you give me a ride?’

The cold and ruthless man callously rejected her coquettish request, ‘I’m going to the office to work overtime with this useless assistant. It’s not on the way, Miss Chambers. Get back the way you came!’ He might as well have said, ‘Get lost.’

The smile on the woman’s face gradually froze. Did the term ‘useless assistant’ sound like an insult directed at her?

Chris, on the other hand, was startled by the mention of ‘overtime.’ This was bad; it seemed Mr. Foley was in a very bad mood.

Well, no rest for this weekend.

He retracted his earlier comment about Mr. Foley becoming more considerate.

Sunlight filled the room, the warm hues of the wooden decor creating a cozy and natural atmosphere. In the middle of the hall was a black piano, and by the French windows covered with a white shaggy rug, a young man in a brown thin T-shirt lay dozing off.

The gentle light fell on his extraordinarily handsome face, flawless and fair, not a single visible pore. His skin was so enviable that even women would feel jealous.

In his hands, there was an open book, surrounded by many white papers scattered on the nearby rug. The papers were filled with messy yet elegantly written black musical notes.

see, his handwriting was sharp and beautiful, like a stroke of

quietly picked up the crumpled papers from the floor. When she noticed the

slightly cold hand grabbed her wrist. The

to her, and a clear, concerned voice spoke, ‘Cheyenne, have

the round neckline of his T-shirt slid down, revealing his delicate and sexy collarbone. His freshly awakened face, with those clear, slightly sleepy eyes, looked like an enchanting fairy. Cheyenne shook her head, trying to clear her mind from the temptation. But even so,

a surprisingly sexy side. Fortunately, Cheyenne was an

I disturbed your sleep, Benson? Why don’t you go to the room to sleep? It’s easy

she scolded him in a hushed voice, Benson chuckled. His face brightened with this smile, and his

I’ve been sleeping for quite a while. You came just at

and sat cross-legged in front of him, revealing the hand

didn’t

been busy lately. Besides, I had some delicious food outside today and thought of getting you some too. That’s why

of playfulness in her voice, Benson sniffed the sweet fragrance in the air,

accused you. I’m sorry. By the way,

into the air, and Cheyenne

aroma in the air again, and a hint of sourness seemed to be present. In his mind, the image of candied

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

Cheyenne bit her lip, still wanting to play with

half a second, and your heartbeat accelerated in an instant. It must be the

you’re really

candied hawthorns, specially left for you. A certain dog even stared at me several times, but I didn’t give him

about guessing it right. However, he was curious about the ‘certain dog’ mentioned by her. ‘What dog? Do dogs

rotten

‘Oh.’

knew that this dog wasn’t the one he had in mind, but he could sense from Cheyenne’s