She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 394: Indifference

Kelvin felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment as he watched her enjoy her meal so heartily. A contented smile, reminiscent of an old father, appeared on his face. He casually pulled out a tissue and gracefully wiped his hands, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on Cheyenne. Unconsciously, a trace of indulgent smile played on his lips.

Unable to resist, he reminded her, “Take it slow.”

“Mm-hmm,” Cheyenne responded.

Feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze, Cheyenne turned her body towards the other side and hastily stuffed more food into her mouth. Within minutes, she had finished the bowl of porridge, but she was still only half full. Licking her rosy lips, her hands cradling the empty bowl, she looked at him with her deep, watery eyes, saying nothing.

Kelvin couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. He reached out with a large hand and gently stroked her long hair, showing an inexplicable tenderness. Startled, she widened her eyes and hurriedly moved away from his touch. With narrowed eyes and a cold tone, she said, “Don’t touch me.”

It seemed that she truly disliked him.

Kelvin felt an indescribable frustration, and awkwardly withdrew his hand. “Sorry, I only wanted to help you fix your hair, as it was a bit messy.”

Her hair was messy?

Cheyenne waved it off, resembling an elderly man, and thrusted the bowl into his hands, saying, “Another one.”

time the porridge came without chopped green onions, allowing Cheyenne to eat cozily. Kelvin, however, felt a bit regretful that he couldn’t continue helping her pick out the green onions. While eating, Cheyenne brought up the matter and asked Kelvin directly, “Why did you

answering her question directly, Kelvin countered, “What about you?

to do with her. Though Cheyenne was willful and exuberant, she had never done anything too outrageous. She shouldn’t have any ties with TWILIGHT. Cheyenne hesitated for a moment. After satisfying her hunger and thirst, her craving for cigarettes emerged. She tapped her fingers rhythmically on

cigarette

fiercely. “You, a

she used to

knees on Kelvin’s lap. Looking down at him with dominance, a hint of mockery in her tone, she exhaled softly, “I stopped being a girl

her eyes

his touch, returning to her seat on the sofa. Between her beautiful fingers was a cigarette, which she placed between her luscious

a provocative and self-satisfied smile, she raised one leg, crossing it over the other.

of the cigarette, Cheyenne then placed the lighter back

for the

he thought of Cheyenne sleeping. He didn’t want her to smell the smoke. So, he never lit it and tossed it back into his

he expect her eyes to be so sharp. Her seductive act earlier had merely been a ploy to take the cigarette from his pocket. Why did

the pale blue smoke enveloped her petite face, blurring her features. In this moment, Cheyenne

bossy yet adorable girl who liked to laugh. She was mischievous and caused trouble, but when she returned home, she was obedient and well-behaved, sticking to him like a lazy kitten, her

been close, perhaps… was during those three days

to miss those three dark days, where he could shamelessly gaze at her, hold her in his