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.

for Kelvin, she fed him two glucose tablets, making sure he wouldn’t die for the time being. After getting through the

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 felt awkward, especially Emelia, the only girl. She lowered her head and silently cursed in her

door several times, but his mind was

a deep dusk, scattered with countless stars that dotted

sight of the half-open window and the moon shining through. His gaze shifted upward, and there was another moon hanging in

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

her beauty resembling an ethereal elf from

continued to sleep,

and hadn’t even closed the window. The wind blew in through the cracks, which was

around his own shoulder, an intravenous tube inserted in his arm, and the hanging IV

his hand, pushed aside the blanket, and got out of bed with

his gaze fell upon her bloodied feet, Kelvin felt

such

even tending to his wounds before taking care of her own. He glanced around and saw the medicine box still placed in the

as cold as ice, as if there were several long

hydrogen peroxide in front of him. The application of this antiseptic solution would cause a slight stinging

Cheyenne’s discomfort, her brows furrowing, the man lowered his head, gently blowing on

task. Kelvin gently lifted

comfortable whimper. She lightly smacked her red lips and clasped her hands on either side of her cheeks, continuing to sleep in an adorable

childlike sleeping pose amusing, and a silent smile curved his lips. The bed sank slightly, and his

to his injured back, he lay face down and turned his 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 close enough to

resembled an unblemished rose, exuding a sense of profound