She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 396: High Blood Pressure

Cheyenne laughed coldly, her lips curling up in a mocking smile as she gave him a piercing look. “Don’t bother, Mr. Foley. It’s better if we see each other less in the future.”

With that, she pushed Kelvin’s hand away and turned to leave. Just as she reached the doorway, Cheyenne paused for a moment and looked back. Kelvin’s heart skipped a beat, thinking that she still cared for him, that there was still reluctance in her heart…

“Oh, by the way, a friendly reminder. Be careful of the people around you, especially Master Vincent. Goodbye.”

“Wait.”

Kelvin’s voice suddenly came from behind, and then a towering figure enveloped her within its shadow. She looked up and met a pair of deep-set eyes.

Just as she was wondering what he was up to, Kelvin suddenly bent down, kneeling on one knee. His warm hands lifted Cheyenne’s delicate foot, and he put on a pair of flat, apricot-colored slippers for her. At this moment, he seemed like a considerate gentleman.

“Kelvin!” She wanted to dodge.

But Kelvin held on tightly, his deep voice tinged with magnetism, “Don’t move. If you’re going to leave, you should at least wear your shoes.”

It was the second time.

This was the second time he helped her put on her shoes, the first time being at the banquet.

Cheyenne couldn’t help but feel her emotions in disarray.

After putting on the shoes, she hurriedly turned around and left without looking back, hobbling away with a slender figure.

Thud.

behind, and Cheyenne could hear it

the shattering of a glass. She pretended not to hear and calmly

intertwined gaze continued to fixate on her from behind, causing Cheyenne to unconsciously quicken her

the smile on the old man’s face quickly receded. With a “snap,” he closed the magazine and threw it aside, kicking it with his foot for good measure. He then assumed a serious expression and looked at Cheyenne with a kind

hungry? What would you like

sour emotions

I’m not hungry. By the way, your blood pressure is on the higher side. It’s better to avoid those things until you recover.

immediately red, but he quickly composed himself and explained, lying with his eyes wide

moral fabric is in decline! In our time, everyone

on, I will keep an eye on him. Even if he wants to read adult magazines, he

I saw you

from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

a dark and handsome face, commanded Joe, “Prepare a

his smile, restraining the corners of his

turned to prepare

old Mr. Foley was somewhat displeased. He slapped his thigh and stood up, “Cheyenne, are you leaving today?” Cheyenne gracefully bowed and thanked him, “Thank you for your hospitality, Grandpa. Take care of yourself. I’ll be going now.” Even the obtuse old Mr. Foley sensed that something was amiss between her and Kelvin. He angrily scolded

face turn as red as a cooked shrimp, and she didn’t dare to linger for a moment longer. “Grandpa, why are you

she said this, she followed behind Joe and

Mr. Foley watched her leave, standing foolishly by the

in place. “You brat,

age of eight to eighty love hearing sweet and affectionate

hand was casually

the same time, he instructed the housemaid who was nearby, “When you clean,

“Yes, sir.”

Grandpa’s treasures. It’s not like they’ll