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.

couldn’t see, his handwriting was sharp and

floor. When she noticed the open

her wrist. The chilly touch traveled

and a clear, concerned voice

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

usually appearing serious and gentle, revealed a surprisingly sexy side. Fortunately, Cheyenne was an honest girl; otherwise,

Have I disturbed your sleep, Benson?

him in a hushed voice, Benson chuckled. His face

while. You came just at

sat cross-legged in front of him,

couldn’t see, she didn’t worry

you’ve misunderstood me. I’ve just been busy lately. Besides, I had some delicious food

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

I’m sorry. By the

out his hand into the air, and Cheyenne evaded his hand

hint of sourness seemed to be present. In his

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

her lip, still wanting

for half a second, and your heartbeat accelerated in

you’re really

hawthorns, specially left for you. A certain dog even stared at me

took it, not proud or boasting about guessing it right. However, he was curious about the ‘certain dog’

burst into laughter. That dog would eat anything, even rotten flies, let alone candied hawthorns.

‘Oh.’

the one he had in mind, but he could sense from Cheyenne’s voice that