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.

proud as Kelvin would

as Kelvin entered and kicked the door shut, he swiftly walked to the black bed,

but Cheyenne was startled by his sudden

this jerk want

dare you! I…

landed perfectly

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

his eyes tightly closed, and the bruises and disheveled appearance were clearly visible. These past three days, he must not have rested at

bed. She then made her way towards the landline phone in the room. She quickly called Chris’ phone

“Hello, Mr. Foley.”

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

other end of the phone

Beep… beep… beep…

ask what was going on,

was extremely efficient, and he appeared in front of Cheyenne in just

requested are here. Is

the box and peeked outside the door, making sure no one was

inside, then we’ll

“Yes.”

a bottle of milk

upcoming surgery. If she fainted from hunger midway, Kelvin

concern for her image, squatted barefoot on the floor, tearing open the packaging of the bread and devouring it

her head back,

and lovely face,

vision to darken, and she nearly fell. Fortunately, she

trash bin by the door, about ten meters away from her. It was as if she had

skin appeared firm and his well-defined muscles exuded male charm. There was a small patch of coarse chest hair that added