She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 389: Don’t Disturb Them

Vincent’s gaze quickly swept over the two of them, finally settling on Cheyenne’s feet. He noticed that her pink dress had shifted up a bit, revealing a glimpse of her slender and fair legs, leading down to a pair of exquisite, flawless feet that formed a captivating scenery.

The only flaw was the numerous small scars on her perfect feet, which was quite a pity.

A hint of astonishment flashed in Vincent’s eyes, and his greedy gaze quickly disappeared, but catching Kelvin’s attention.

This was the way a man looked at a woman!

Kelvin lowered his head and, for the first time, noticed that Cheyenne’s skirt had annoyingly revealed a large expanse of fair skin, as if it were jade, smooth and elastic.

With a dark expression, he quickly pulled it down with his hand, covering her little feet.

After warning Kelvin in a cold voice, he openly carried Cheyenne and walked towards his room.

“Don’t tell Grandfather that I brought her back.”

As the words fell, the air was filled with Cheyenne’s indignant voice, her anger clearly audible. “Kelvin, you hypocrite, lecher! Since you do it, why can’t you admit it?” “Shut up!”

“Are you scolding me? You bastard! You were just pressing me down… Mm…”

“Be good, I know your legs hurt. I’ll go back to the room and give you a massage.”

“Get lost!”

The voices of the two of them bantering and quarreling gradually faded away, ultimately drowned out by a resounding door shutting.

Vincent still stood at the staircase, his gaze icy as he watched the closed door, his mind filled with images of Cheyenne’s exquisite figure beneath the dress, her enchanting beauty.

Kelvin would try everything to get back together

and kicked the door shut, he swiftly walked to the

hurt, but Cheyenne was startled by his

this jerk want

How dare you!

perfectly

had already been hungry for three days, and with this pressure from Kelvin, Cheyenne was in agony. She weakly pushed his shoulders, only to find that she didn’t have the strength to do so. Accidentally touching the wound

front of her had turned pale, his eyes tightly closed, and the bruises and disheveled appearance were clearly visible. These past three days,

lie on the bed. She then made her way towards the landline phone in the

“Hello, Mr. Foley.”

a set of surgical instruments for me, and… some shredded pork bread and a box of pure milk. Hurry up, or be prepared to collect the corpse of your CEO at

of

Beep… beep… beep…

what was going on, the call had

appeared in front of Cheyenne in just over ten minutes,

requested are here. Is Mr. Foley

peeked outside the door, making sure no one

then we’ll

“Yes.”

a bottle of milk earlier only

surgery. If she fainted from

her image, squatted barefoot on the floor, tearing open

minute, she had devoured the palm-sized shredded pork bread. She chewed her food vigorously and then tilted her head back, gulping down a few mouthfuls of pure milk. With a few

with a delicate and lovely face, surprised Chris with her voracious

food, she was experiencing low blood sugar. Her quick movement caused her vision to darken, and she nearly fell. Fortunately, she managed to grasp onto the bedpost beside her in time. After waiting a

the door, about ten meters away from her. It was as if she

already followed her instructions and removed Kelvin’s clothes. With his top half exposed, his tanned skin appeared firm and his well-defined muscles exuded male charm. There was a small patch of coarse chest hair that added just the right amount of