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.

stars… In an era without cameras or photo editing, they were incredibly handsome. Even compared to numerous male

at his photo, the old man chuckled, stroking his wrinkled face in a

must be Miss Berry. You’re

at the old man with

nowhere near one-thousandth as beautiful as me!”

tone, “Stop laughing. Give me

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

only this one piece. I like to take it out

this seemingly self-obsessed old man to be so sentimental. She realized that she had

all, he mistook

muttered under her breath, “Who cares about your clothes.

the style wouldn’t be too outdated.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

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

left, and the two people who received the clothes looked at each other. Kelvin remained standing in place, without

room, and there

cold as

call him “Mr. Foley” again? A

strength left in my body now, and

What the hell!

her hand tightly around the clothes. Fortunately, the silk fabric didn’t wrinkle easily.

and grabbed her wrist. With a gentle gaze, he whispered, “There are other residents outside. What

arrived, she had also noticed that it seemed

a dilemma, she suddenly heard Kelvin speak up, “You change first, I’ll

somewhat unsure about trusting him