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.

sure he wouldn’t die for the time being.

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

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

countless stars that dotted the dark blue backdrop. The

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

silver moonlight illuminated a petite figure curled up on the sofa, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, reaching the floor. Her fair face was purer

long time, her beauty resembling

she turned over and continued to sleep,

closed

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

the blanket, and got out

upon her bloodied feet, Kelvin

was such a

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

his large hands held her delicate feet, the touch felt as cold as ice,

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 kept his eyes fixed

her brows furrowing, the man lowered

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

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

curved his lips. The bed sank slightly, and his tall and sturdy figure

his neck to look at the back of

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

lips resembled an unblemished rose, exuding