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.

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

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

door several times, but his mind was elsewhere as he mechanically ate his

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

the half-open window and the moon shining

petite figure curled up on the sofa, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, reaching the floor. Her fair face was purer and more captivating

at her under the moonlight for a long time, her beauty

she turned over and continued to

shoulders, realizing she was only wearing a thin dress and hadn’t even closed the window. The wind blew in through the cracks, which was quite strange if she

his head and noticed the thick gauze wrapped around his own 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 did this.

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

gaze fell upon her bloodied feet,

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 in his shoulder and stood up, bringing the medicine

his large hands held her delicate feet, the touch felt as cold as ice, as if there were several long

the wound with the hydrogen peroxide in front of him. The application of this antiseptic solution would cause

brows furrowing, the man lowered

Kelvin gently lifted her, placing her on the side where he

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

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

he lay face down and turned his neck to look at the back of Cheyenne’s head, where a piece of fair skin peeped out from

centimeters away from embracing her, Cheyenne suddenly flipped over and turned back, her delicate and exquisite face

lips resembled an unblemished rose, exuding a sense of profound beauty in its