She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 383

Chapter 383: We’re Even

“Mmm… Ah, Cheyenne… Easy now.”

“Hiss….”

“Mmm, ah…”

In the dark night, a blurry black head could be faintly seen buried against his chest.

As she cleaned his wounds, her soft, damp lips… brushed against him in an instant.

Kelvin’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Her cool, smooth cheek rubbed against his chest, causing an indescribable sensation, as if an electric current had passed through, sending shivers down his spine.

Cheyenne’s ear was also pressed close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, causing her face to grow warm.

With a bit of impatience, she lifted her head and glared at him, “Kelvin, why the hell are you making such annoying noises? Even slaughtering chickens isn’t as unpleasant as your whining!” Kelvin wryly smiled and helplessly replied, “It’s not my fault, your tongue licked…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheyenne’s face turned even hotter, and she retorted angrily, “You think I want to? You’re covered in blood and sweat, and I have to use my teeth to remove the needle!”

“It wasn’t intentional.”

As she said the last sentence, her tone betrayed a hint of guilt.

But it really wasn’t intentional.

He didn’t respond and silently broke into a dazzling smile in the darkness.

Kelvin couldn’t help but think inwardly: How come he never noticed before that Cheyenne could be so adorable…

their heads, and he said, “Cheyenne, if I really die here,

for a second at his words, her voice turned cold as she replied, “You’re dreaming. In my next life, I

want to meet

sense of loss,

were by her

he were to truly die, Cheyenne wouldn’t be sad

up, don’t disturb me. The needle is already very thin, and since I can’t see it, if

“Mmm.”

for her to use her teeth to pull the broken needle out. Cheyenne wiped her

loss. Even though she knew he couldn’t

casual tone, she said, “Don’t overthink it. I hate owing favors the

her indifferent voice, Kelvin felt as if he had

didn’t want to be even

slowly, and they lost count of how many times

felt

rested against the

“Gurgle…”

direction. Kelvin, being born into a wealthy family, probably had never experienced the feeling of a

stomach with his hand and apologized, “Cheyenne, sorry

“It’s okay.”

“Actually, I’m hungry too.”

resounded. Cheyenne didn’t find it embarrassing at all; she

who felt a pang of heartache. He attempted to divert her attention, and in a deep voice, he asked, “Cheyenne, what do you like to eat?” When we get out,

speaking, Cheyenne impatiently opened her eyes. The flickering brightness in her

soup, pan-seared steak, stir-fried broccoli, and steamed

gave a cold

a sense of indescribable sadness filled Kelvin’s heart. The dishes she

never paid attention to what

but he didn’t know how to say them.

many times when I was a child. There’s no need to make a big deal

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