She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 418: On the Brink of Death

Cheyenne happily hooked her arm with Benson’s and grabbed her bag and keys from the entrance. “Benson, have you ever been to a local market? Come, let me take you there to experience the hustle and bustle of life!”

He always seemed like a sacred and ethereal being, standing on a cloud. But Cheyenne suddenly felt that it was necessary for such beings to descend to earth occasionally.

“Ah? A market…” Benson had indeed never been to such a place before.

Before losing his sight, he was a child prodigy, renowned as a genius. His family was also well-off, and he never had to do household chores.

His daily life consisted of practicing the piano…

After losing his sight, he lived alone, and most of his daily problems were taken care of by Cheyenne.

On his first trip to the market, Benson couldn’t see, but the bustling voices, the smell of fish or the fragrance of meat wafting into his nose… and most of all, Cheyenne’s laughter made his blood boil.

This was the truest form of life.

He held onto the sleeve of Cheyenne’s clothes silently, keeping pace with her. He listened to her bargaining with the vendors for a few dollars, her triumphant smile after successfully getting a discount, causing Benson to involuntarily curl his crimson lips.

It would be even better if he could see the expression on Cheyenne’s face right now.

it must be

they came out of the market, Cheyenne’s hands were full of bags. She was panting

got lost. Benson, wait here for a moment. I’ll go get the car,” she said, placing

“Okay.”

presence drew the attention of passing middle-aged women and young girls, some even taking out their phones to take

sympathetic voices from people around him reached his

face. Turns out he’s blind. What

He must, otherwise how could a blind person go

what’s the point of a

made of diamonds. He must be a

up from a short distance away. When the people in the car caught sight of the white figure in the crowd,

from the car in a high-profile manner. Feeling the gaze of the onlookers, filled with

caused the collar to slip even lower, revealing

arm. “Who do we have here? So you’re Cheyenne’s friend. Blind man, would you like me to give

uncomfortable, and quickly let go of her hand. Those two words felt like steel needles poking at his

maintain his elegance even in such a situation. He smiled lightly and shook his head, firmly rejecting the

matter that you don’t know me now. We can get to

filled with even more admiration. Since the last time she saw him, she had already developed feelings for him. However, Cheyenne, that troublesome woman, was

audaciously snatched his white cane and pretended to forcefully take him

“Don’t touch me.”

like a drowning person losing their lifebuoy, a lifeline. Danielle sneered, “Allowing me to give you a ride is showing that I value you. Don’t pretend to