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.

as proud as Kelvin would try everything to get

door shut, he swiftly walked to

didn’t really hurt, but Cheyenne was startled

this jerk want to

How dare you! I…

heavy body landed perfectly on top of

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 on his shoulder, a sticky, slippery

pale, his eyes tightly closed, and the

him to lie on the bed. She then made her way towards

“Hello, Mr. Foley.”

set of surgical instruments for me, and… some shredded pork bread and a box of pure milk. Hurry up, or be prepared

end of the phone was emotionless but

Beep… beep… beep…

going

front of Cheyenne in just over ten minutes, panting

the things you requested are here.

peeked outside the door, making sure

inside, then we’ll

“Yes.”

Drinking a bottle of

mistakes during the upcoming surgery. If she fainted from hunger midway, Kelvin would

squatted barefoot on the floor, tearing open the packaging of the bread and devouring

her head back, gulping down a few mouthfuls of pure milk. With a few

face, surprised Chris with her voracious

amount of food, she was experiencing low blood sugar. Her quick movement caused her vision to darken, and she nearly fell. Fortunately, she

motion, she flattened the milk carton, then skillfully tossed it into the trash bin by the door, about ten

top half exposed, his tanned skin appeared firm and his