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.

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

his wrinkled face in a very self-obsessed

Miss Berry. You’re really

glanced at the old

is nowhere near one-thousandth as beautiful as me!” Upon hearing this, the

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

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

Wear them if you must, but remember to return them to me. I’ve kept only this one piece. I like to take it out and look at it when I miss

old man to be so sentimental. She

it wasn’t entirely her fault. After all, he mistook her

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

outdated. After all, she couldn’t agree with the aesthetic of

fabric. It was printed with butterflies and magnolia 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

at each other. Kelvin remained standing

single room, and there

gaze turned cold as she said, “Mr. Foley, can’t you give me some

him “Mr. Foley” again? A hint of helplessness flashed in his

in my body now, and my feet can’t

What the hell!

silk fabric didn’t wrinkle easily. She forced a smile and lifted her head.

and grabbed her wrist. With a gentle gaze, he whispered, “There

Cheyenne arrived, she had also noticed that it seemed like many

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

trusting him and furrowed