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.

he wouldn’t die for the

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.

but his mind was elsewhere as he mechanically ate his

window was shrouded in a deep dusk, scattered with countless stars that dotted the dark blue backdrop. The starlight was

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

reaching the floor. Her fair face was purer and more captivating than the

long time, her beauty resembling an ethereal elf from the forest, making people not dare to

she turned over and continued to

a thin dress and hadn’t even closed the window.

intravenous tube inserted in his arm, and the hanging IV drip. There was no

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

upon her bloodied feet,

such

taking care of her own. He glanced around and saw the medicine box still placed

delicate feet, the touch felt as cold as ice, as if there were several long scratches etched on

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

the man lowered

the completion of the task. Kelvin gently lifted her, placing her on

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

found her childlike sleeping pose amusing, and a silent smile curved his lips. The bed

face down and turned his neck to look at the back of Cheyenne’s head, where a piece of fair

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

cracked lips resembled an unblemished rose, exuding a sense