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

and kicked the door shut, he

but Cheyenne was startled by his

does this jerk

How dare you!

perfectly on top

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 red liquid met

had turned pale, his eyes tightly closed, and the bruises

Kelvin’s body away, allowing him to lie on the bed. She then made her way towards the landline phone in the room. She

“Hello, Mr. Foley.”

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

voice on the other end of the phone was emotionless

Beep… beep… beep…

was going on, the call had been hung

prospects. Chris was extremely efficient, and he appeared in front of Cheyenne in just over ten minutes, panting

things you requested are here.

the door, making sure no one was there before allowing Chris to come

then we’ll

“Yes.”

hunger now. Drinking a bottle of

upcoming surgery. If she fainted from hunger midway, Kelvin

barefoot on the floor, tearing open the packaging of the

bread. She chewed her food vigorously and then tilted her head back, gulping down a few mouthfuls

with a delicate and lovely face,

she nearly fell. Fortunately, she managed to grasp

the milk carton, then skillfully tossed it into the trash bin by the door, about ten meters away from her. It was as if she had

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