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.

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

pot of chicken soup to be prepared. Upon hearing this,

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

a deep dusk, scattered with countless stars that dotted the dark blue

half-open window and the moon shining through. His gaze

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

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

turned over and continued

and hadn’t even closed the window. The wind blew in through the cracks, which was quite

an intravenous tube inserted in his arm, and the hanging IV drip. There

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

upon her bloodied feet,

was such

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

as ice, as

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

the man lowered his head, gently blowing

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

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

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

to his injured back, 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

in his heart, and his large hand lifted to embrace her slim waist. Just a few centimeters away from embracing her,

cracked lips resembled an unblemished rose, exuding a sense of