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.

was sharp

picked up the crumpled papers from the floor. When she noticed the open window, she quickly stood

her wrist. The chilly touch traveled through her body as she

to her, and a clear, concerned

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, she couldn’t

side. Fortunately, Cheyenne was an honest girl; otherwise, she might have already pounced

is too much. Have I disturbed your sleep, Benson? Why don’t you go to the room to sleep? It’s

him in a hushed voice, Benson chuckled. His face brightened with this smile,

for quite a while. You came just at the right time. You heartless girl, what makes you

to the other side and sat cross-legged in front

see, she didn’t worry about Benson

busy lately. Besides, I had some delicious food

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

wrongly accused you. I’m sorry. By the

Cheyenne evaded his hand with a mischievous

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

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

he was spot-on. Cheyenne bit her lip,

you hesitated for half a second, and your heartbeat

him and sighed, ‘Benson, you’re really amazing; your ears

indeed candied hawthorns, specially left for you. A certain dog even stared at me several times,

and took it, not proud or boasting about guessing it right. However, he was curious about

into laughter. That dog would eat anything, even rotten flies, let alone candied hawthorns. ‘Nothing, just a stray

‘Oh.’

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