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…

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

replied, “You’re dreaming. In my next life, I don’t want to meet

to

an indescribable sense of

by her side, seemed to treat

die, Cheyenne wouldn’t be sad

disturb me. The needle is already very thin, and since I can’t

“Mmm.”

her teeth to pull the broken needle

bit at a loss. Even

it. I hate owing favors the most. Once

he had fallen into an icy

didn’t want to be

times they woke

they felt such tranquility

stomachs became unbearable. Cheyenne rested against the wall, closing her eyes

“Gurgle…”

into a wealthy family, probably had never experienced the feeling of a hungry stomach in his life. Cheyenne didn’t say anything,

hand

“It’s okay.”

“Actually, I’m hungry too.”

sentence, another loud “gurgle” resounded. Cheyenne didn’t find it embarrassing at all; she continued to keep her eyes

divert her attention, and in a deep voice, he asked, “Cheyenne, what do you like to

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

pan-seared steak, stir-fried

gave a

heart. The dishes she mentioned were all his

attention to what she liked

words, but he didn’t know how to say

just hunger, isn’t it? I’ve experienced it many times when I was a child. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it.” “Being as

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