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.

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

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

closed door several times, but his mind was elsewhere

dotted the dark

sight of the half-open window and the moon

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 cherry-red

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

turned over and continued to sleep, facing the

watched as she hugged her shoulders, realizing she was only wearing a thin dress and hadn’t even closed the window. The wind blew in

shoulder, an intravenous tube inserted in his arm, and the hanging IV drip. There was no need to guess that she was the one who

IV tube from his hand, pushed aside the blanket, and got out of bed with bare feet. He knelt beside the sofa

her bloodied feet,

such a

and saw the medicine box still placed in the corner by the bed. Kelvin endured the pain in

felt as cold as ice, as if there were several long scratches etched on the tip

the hydrogen peroxide in front of him. The application of this antiseptic solution would cause a slight stinging sensation. As he gently wiped it on,

brows furrowing, the man lowered his

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

whimper. She lightly smacked her red lips and

and a silent smile curved his lips. The bed sank slightly, and his tall and sturdy figure

the back of Cheyenne’s head, where

centimeters away from embracing her, Cheyenne

lips resembled an unblemished rose, exuding a sense of profound