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

crumpled papers from the floor. When she noticed the

a slightly cold hand grabbed her wrist. The chilly touch traveled

empty eyes turned to her, and a clear, concerned voice

face, with those clear, slightly sleepy eyes, looked like an

surprisingly sexy side. Fortunately, Cheyenne was an honest girl; otherwise, she might have

much. Have I disturbed your sleep, Benson? Why don’t you go to the room to sleep? It’s easy to catch a cold here,

a hushed voice, Benson chuckled. His face brightened

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

front of him, revealing the

he couldn’t see, she didn’t worry about Benson

lately. Besides, I had some delicious

her voice, Benson sniffed the sweet fragrance in the

accused you. I’m sorry. By the

Cheyenne evaded his hand with a

and a hint of sourness

‘It’s candied hawthorns.’

lip, still wanting to

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

hearing this, she admired him and sighed, ‘Benson, you’re really

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

it, not proud or boasting about guessing it right. However, he was curious about the ‘certain dog’ mentioned by her. ‘What dog? Do dogs still

burst into laughter. That dog would eat anything, even rotten flies,

‘Oh.’

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