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

sounded like the shattering of a glass. She pretended

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

lobby downstairs, old Mr. Foley sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, engrossed in a swimsuit magazine. On the cover, a Western woman wearing a bright red bikini had a particularly eye-catching figure. Caught sight of someone approaching, the smile on the old man’s face quickly receded. With a “snap,” he closed the magazine and threw it aside, kicking

you hungry? What would you like to

the sour emotions

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

this, old Mr. Foley’s face turned immediately red, but he quickly composed himself and explained, lying with his eyes wide open, “Oh, I was

these days… The moral fabric is in decline!

him. Even if he wants to read

I

felt a chill creeping up his back, spreading from the soles of his feet to his scalp. His body felt weak and numb, as

face, commanded Joe, “Prepare a car to take

smile, restraining the corners of his lips

turned to prepare

side, 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

and she didn’t dare to linger for a moment longer. “Grandpa, why are you

she followed behind Joe and

foolishly by the staircase,

glared at Kelvin, who was still standing in place. “You brat, why don’t you say some sweet words to

of eight to eighty love hearing sweet and affectionate

him. His other hand was casually placed in his pocket as he coldly and handsomely

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

“Yes, sir.”

mean, Kelvin? Those are Grandpa’s treasures. It’s not like they’ll do anything