She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 432: Cheyenne, I’m No Worse Than Mr. Lara

Cheyenne felt a loosening in the tight string within her heart as Kelvin looked at her with his dark eyes, which were filled with nothing but her reflection. In that moment, she forgot about Abbie. It was as if she believed that she was the only person in his world.

Cheyenne’s inner turmoil was like two wild animals fiercely tearing at each other, destined to fight to the death, but ultimately leading to no resolution.

“Kelvin, do you understand that even one mistake can be enough to cause someone’s demise?”

She had given him chances before. When she had a miscarriage, she persuaded herself to believe in him and gave him another chance, as long as he was willing to come home, as long as he could spare some time away from Abbie to be with her. But he didn’t.

Suddenly, Kelvin embraced her from behind, enveloping her completely in his arms, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body. He rested his head on her shoulder, attempting to find a sense of familiarity from the past. “Cheyenne.”

“Abbie and I have no contact anymore. Please believe me this time.”

“Not only does Grandpa need you, but… I need you too.”

He only wore a thin shirt, and naturally, men had higher body temperatures than women. Kelvin’s chest felt like a blazing furnace. Despite the multiple layers of fabric separating them, his violently pounding heartbeat still made its presence known in her ears.

She struggled, but couldn’t break free from his embrace. Kelvin even lowered his head and sensually nibbled on her fair and soft earlobe, displaying a deeper understanding of her body than she had herself. It seemed that the prickly hedgehog was gradually softening, and Kelvin intensified his scorching kisses.

They rained down upon her neck, delicate and tender, with a clear downward direction, resembling a summer rainstorm.

He took a step forward and abruptly pressed her against the bookshelf.

It wasn’t a forceful act, but with Cheyenne’s chest against the bookshelf, it felt somewhat stifling. She lifted her foot and attempted to kick him in the lower body while he was distracted, but Kelvin quickly caugh her sharp high-heeled shoe.

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caressed the tattooed letters on her ankle. His

was painful. And her skin was delicate; even a strong kiss would

noticing it sooner. Cheyenne, in frustration and shame, turned her head and glared at him fiercely. “It was a mistake I made due to my ignorance. I’ll wash it off another day.” Just like most rebellious teenage girls, she had also

classmates in her school carving their lovers’ names on their arms with compasses or knives to prove their deep love with blood, Cheyenne felt awkward to do the

behind those letters.

it off!” This was Cheyenne’s way of proving her

her turned head, Kelvin took the opportunity to capture her soft lips, engaging in a passionate and dominant kiss that left her with no chance to resist. Cheyenne’s breath was suddenly stolen, and in anger,

Snap.

her with his dark and brooding eyes, making Cheyenne feel a chill run down

hadn’t considered their height and strength difference when

have a small chance of winning the fight. But she quickly dismissed the thought. He had never laid a hand on her before, even when he was furious… just giving

Unfortunately, he held her hand tightly, and gently blew on it beside his

I blow

Kelvin! Be normal! We’re divorced, do you understand? Divorced means two people breaking

nurses passing by outside. When they glanced inside, all they saw was a wooden door. Oh, she forgot, the door

fiery anger, Kelvin appeared calm. He continued to whisper seductively in her

not worse than Mr. Lara, you know. Maybe you’ve forgotten, after all these

are you talking about, with all this

Lara? I have no idea if

babydoll dress today, reaching just above her knees. Kelvin effortlessly slid his hand up

of anger, he bit her earlobe and said, “You naughty girl, why don’t

of your business!” Cheyenne mimicked his dismissive tone

burst into laughter and buried his head in her shoulder, whispering, “I know