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.

wouldn’t die for the time being.

seven o’clock in the evening, old 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. Upon hearing this, the people at the table felt awkward, especially Emelia, the only

the tightly closed door several times, but his mind was elsewhere as

was shrouded in a deep dusk, scattered with countless stars that dotted

woke up, his eyes immediately caught sight of the half-open window and the moon shining through. His

sofa, her 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 cherry-red lips were slightly

stared at her under the moonlight for a long time, her beauty resembling an ethereal elf from the forest,

turned over and continued to

she was only wearing a thin dress and hadn’t even closed the window. The

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

the blanket, and got out of bed

his gaze fell upon her bloodied feet, Kelvin felt

such

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

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

antiseptic solution would cause a slight stinging sensation. As he gently wiped it on, he kept his eyes fixed on her

her brows furrowing, the man lowered his head,

wound was covered with a band-aid, marking the completion of the task. Kelvin gently lifted her,

lips and clasped her hands on either side of her cheeks, continuing to sleep in

his lips. The bed sank slightly, and his

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

embrace her slim waist. Just a few centimeters away from embracing her, Cheyenne suddenly flipped over and turned back, her delicate and exquisite

rose, exuding a sense of profound beauty