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.

sharp

crumpled papers from the floor. When she noticed the open

wrist. The chilly touch traveled through her body

a clear, concerned voice spoke, ‘Cheyenne,

collarbone. His freshly awakened face, with those clear, slightly sleepy eyes, looked

a surprisingly sexy side. Fortunately, Cheyenne was an honest girl;

from outside, and the temperature difference is too much. Have I disturbed your sleep, Benson? Why don’t you go to the room to

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

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

sat cross-legged in front

didn’t worry

delicious food outside today and thought of getting

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

accused you. I’m sorry. By the

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

and a hint of sourness seemed to be present. In

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

spot-on. Cheyenne bit her lip, still wanting to play with him.

second, and your heartbeat accelerated

and sighed, ‘Benson, you’re

certain dog even stared at me several times, but I

was curious about the ‘certain dog’ mentioned

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

‘Oh.’

he had in mind, but he could sense