She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 391: The Rose He Stole

Cheyenne was certain that he wasn’t Aidan because Aidan always smelled like cologne… while Vincent had a subtle scent of sandalwood. This kind of fragrance was reserved for mature men who were calm and composed in any situation.

Vincent gave off a clean and obedient vibe… it was hard to imagine him associating with those human demons. Vincent realized he had been impolite and smiled apologetically.

“Miss Lawrence, I’m sorry… I didn’t realize you were busy! I wanted to talk to Kelvin about some company matters. I just started recently and there are things I don’t quite understand, so I wanted to borrow some files.”

Cheyenne knew he was lying, but she couldn’t expose his falsehood directly. She gritted her teeth and faked a light laugh.

“Kelvin is exhausted and asleep. Master Vincent, you can come again when he wakes up.”

Saying that, Cheyenne elegantly yawned, portraying an impatient look of “I’m tired, why aren’t you leaving?” She was beautiful and restless, tugging at heartstrings.

Vincent looked at her and turned away like a gentleman, his voice still gentle, “Alright, thank you, Miss Lawrence.”

Lastly, he considerately reminded them that dinner was being served and they should remember to come and eat together.

Cheyenne watched his elegant departure, her smile gradually fading into a serious contemplation. She forcefully closed the door and returned to her room.

She was exhausted too. After coming out of TWILIGHT, she had just stuffed a piece of bread before focusing her energy on treating Kelvin’s wounds. During the confrontation with Vincent earlier, she was truly on the verge of losing her balance.

As soon as her head touched the pillow, Cheyenne fell into a deep sleep, worn out and tired.

die for

in the evening, old Mr. Foley noticed that the two hadn’t come downstairs and his smile became even more profound. He quickly ordered a pot of chicken soup to be prepared. Upon hearing this, the people at the table

the tightly closed door several times, but

scattered with countless stars that dotted the dark

crescent moon hung in the sky, and when Kelvin woke up, his eyes immediately caught sight of the half-open window and the moon shining through. His gaze shifted

sofa, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, reaching the floor. Her fair face was purer and more captivating than the moonlight itself. Her long and dense eyelashes cast tired shadows on her eyes, while her

under the moonlight for a long time, her beauty resembling an ethereal elf from the forest, making people

continued to

dress and hadn’t even closed the window. The

his arm, and the hanging IV drip. There was no need to guess that she was the one who did this.

he removed the IV tube from his hand, pushed aside the blanket, and got out

fell upon her bloodied feet, Kelvin felt an indescribable

was such

his wounds before taking care of her own. He glanced around and saw the medicine box still placed in the corner by the bed. Kelvin endured the pain

hands held her delicate feet, the touch felt as cold as ice, as if

of this antiseptic solution would cause a slight stinging sensation. As he gently wiped it on,

the man lowered

wound was covered with a band-aid, marking the completion of the task. Kelvin gently lifted her, placing her

lightly smacked her red lips and clasped her hands on either side of her cheeks, continuing

his lips. The

neck to look at the back of Cheyenne’s head,

slight movement in his heart, and his large hand lifted to embrace her slim waist. Just a few centimeters away from embracing her, Cheyenne suddenly flipped over and turned back, her delicate and exquisite face almost

exuding a sense of profound beauty in