She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 386: Slip

Kelvin didn’t say anything but asked the old man to arrange a room for them to change their clothes.

The old man, who seemed to have forgotten about their small stall, led them to the second floor made of red bricks. It was a single room.

Inside the room, there was only a bed and a small wooden table. There wasn’t even an extra chair. Eating, drinking, and sleeping all happened in this room. In the corner, there were scattered cardboard and bottles that he had collected.

The bed was covered in scattered clothes and messy socks. It was summer, and the flies were buzzing around the socks.

Cheyenne felt like she was about to throw up.

Kelvin wasn’t doing much better. He took a brief look and felt a heavy pressure in his head, with veins popping on his forehead.

The old man seemed oblivious to any issues and hunched down, rummaging under the bed and pulling out a blue checkered plastic woven bag.

The old man unzipped it and pulled out a slightly yellowed white shirt and army green pants, tossing them to Kelvin.

“Master Kelvin, if you don’t mind, this is what I used to wear when I was in the army forty years ago. Don’t be fooled by its worn-out appearance. Back then, I was the most handsome guy on the street!” Cheyenne couldn’t believe he was this… um, narcissistic!

With his unkempt appearance and shaggy beard, even if he were forty years younger, he couldn’t come close to being called handsome.

But in the next moment, she received a slap in the face.

There was a photo frame hanging on the wall. In the yellowed photo were three young men in their prime, looking to be in their early twenties.

dressed in green military uniforms, with well-defined features and eyes shining like stars… In an era without cameras or photo editing, they were incredibly handsome. Even compared to numerous male celebrities in the entertainment

chuckled, stroking his wrinkled face in a very self-obsessed manner. He laughed until

must be Miss Berry. You’re

glanced at the old man with a sharp gaze. “She’s not

problems. I can’t be bothered to argue with you. That Abbie is nowhere near one-thousandth as beautiful as me!”

rolled her eyes and continued in an annoyed tone, “Stop laughing. Give me the clothes, and you can

own face again, pouting his lips in displeasure. “You’re not cute at all, young lady. I, on the

this

didn’t expect this seemingly self-obsessed old man to be so sentimental. She realized that she had been

all, he mistook her for

under her breath, “Who cares about your clothes. I will return them,

wouldn’t be too outdated. After all, she couldn’t agree with

flowers, and the pastel pink color was fresh and vibrant. The design had a cinched waist, delicate frog buttons at the collar, and a hem in light yellow lace, adding a touch of cute playfulness

at each other. Kelvin remained standing in place, without the slightest awareness

room, and there

couldn’t help but pout. Her gaze turned cold as she

call him “Mr. Foley” again?

in my body now,

What the hell!

clothes. Fortunately, the silk fabric didn’t wrinkle easily. She forced a smile and lifted her

saw her about to leave and grabbed her wrist. With a gentle gaze, he whispered,

that it seemed

in a dilemma, she suddenly heard Kelvin speak up, “You change first,

about trusting him and furrowed her brow in