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 back

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

didn’t really hurt, but Cheyenne was startled by

does this jerk want to

dare you! I…

perfectly

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 her

face in front of her had turned pale, his eyes tightly closed, and the bruises

body away, allowing him to lie on the bed. She then made her way

“Hello, Mr. Foley.”

and a box of pure milk. Hurry

end of the

Beep… beep… beep…

what was going on, the call had been hung

front of Cheyenne in just over ten minutes,

you requested are

the door, making sure no one was there before allowing

inside, then we’ll

“Yes.”

a bottle of

upcoming surgery. If she fainted from hunger midway,

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

minute, she had devoured the palm-sized shredded pork bread. She chewed her food vigorously and then tilted her

a delicate and lovely face, surprised

stood up abruptly. After consuming a large amount of food, she was experiencing low blood sugar. Her quick movement caused her vision to darken, and she nearly fell.

it into the trash bin by the door, about ten meters away from her. It was as if she had revived as a warrior charging into her

his well-defined muscles exuded male charm. There was a small patch