She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 394

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.”

chopped green onions, allowing Cheyenne to eat cozily. Kelvin, however, felt a bit regretful that he couldn’t continue helping her pick

countered, “What about you? Why did

She shouldn’t have any ties

cigarette

“You, a young

she used

girl?” Cheyenne sneered, stood up, and boldly placed her 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 a long time ago. Or have you

The coldness and disdain in her eyes

waist, she swiftly twisted her slim waist and skillfully avoided his touch, returning to her seat on the sofa. Between her

and self-satisfied smile, she raised one leg, crossing it

of the cigarette, Cheyenne then placed the lighter back on the table and

the cigarette,

he had taken out earlier when his arm was aching. But he quickly regretted it when he thought of Cheyenne sleeping. He didn’t want her to smell

merely been a ploy to take the

as the pale blue smoke enveloped her petite face, blurring her features.

to laugh. She was mischievous and caused trouble, but when she

close, perhaps…

could shamelessly gaze at her, hold her in his arms, and breathe in

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