She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 390: Welcome a New Member

An old, stern voice sounded from behind the two.

Both of them turned their heads to look and saw old Mr. Foley, supported by Joe, slowly ascending from the first-floor hallway with his cane.

His sharp gaze fixed on Emelia as he reached out and snatched the soup from her hands, drinking it all in one go.

“Grandfather…”

She stared at her empty hands in disbelief, about to say something, but actually, the soup… well, it wasn’t that good.

Old Mr. Foley immediately regretted his impulsive actions. What kind of strange taste was that soup? Spicy and sweet… But to avoid losing face in front of his granddaughter and to maintain his composure as an elder, he gripped his cane tightly and coughed.

“Kelvin and Cheyenne have finally reunited. Don’t bother them. Maybe our family will soon welcome a new member, you know?”

As he spoke, his eyes curved into a smile, as if he could envision his chubby great-grandchild, radiating a brilliant and suffocating smile.

Emelia pouted in dissatisfaction and spoke ill of Cheyenne.

“Grandfather, how could my big brother reconcile with his ex-wife again? Even if it’s not Miss Berry, there are many other eligible daughters of noble families, why must it be Cheyenne?”

things you don’t understand. Alright, you should go back now and not disturb your

then handed her back the empty bowl, showing obvious disdain. “Don’t bother making such a terrible soup in the

with a flushed face of anger, remained in place. Did her soup

linger here anymore. She stomped her foot in frustration and turned to leave,

creating an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere. The faint glow from the cigarette butt in his hand emitted

man spoke softly. “How did it go? Did you see

her head and sighed dejectedly. “Grandfather appeared just in time and stopped me,

if Kelvin is

hint of doubt appeared on Vincent’s face. He had inquired about it

but it was

three days on it. And to top it off, he was staying with Cheyenne… This made Vincent skeptical and

the crisp sound of metal collision echoed as

of decaying flesh, forming a blurry mass. Cheyenne then noticed an

minor, just

transparent French windows, casting a warm and cozy ambiance

dolls hanging on the window, swaying in the evening breeze. The copper bells emitted a pleasant and melodic tinkling sound. The innocent and jolly expression on the dolls’ faces inexplicably brought a moment of relaxation to her soul, healing her with its simple

that Kelvin would hang such a cute and almost

face again, Cheyenne couldn’t

black satin pillowcase contrasted against his somewhat fair complexion. His thin profile, deep-set eyes that were tightly closed under thick, curled lashes, a high nose bridge, and

him for eight years, it was the first time Cheyenne realized that the seemingly invulnerable Kelvin was nothing more than an ordinary person. He could also get hurt,