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.

Kelvin, she fed him two glucose tablets, making sure he wouldn’t die for the

two hadn’t come downstairs and his smile became even more profound. He quickly ordered a pot of chicken soup to be

looked at the tightly closed door several times, but his mind

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

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

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

under the moonlight for a long time, her beauty resembling

she turned over and continued to

hugged her 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

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

the blanket, and got out of bed with bare feet. He

gaze fell upon her bloodied feet, Kelvin felt an

was such

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

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

carefully sterilized the 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 on, he

man lowered his head, gently blowing on her

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

lightly smacked her red lips and clasped her hands on either

curved his lips. The bed sank

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

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

cracked lips resembled an unblemished rose, exuding a sense of