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.

and delicate ankle, faint blue veins were visible, and there was a string of lettering tattooed on

love me, don’t you?” Kelvin’s slightly warm and rough thumb caressed the tattooed letters on her ankle. His laughter entered her ears, filling

was too embarrassed to admit it. After all, this tattoo was made by painstakingly poking needles into her skin and then applying ink… it was painful. And her skin was delicate;

frustration and shame, turned her head and glared at him fiercely. “It was a mistake I made due to my ignorance. I’ll

with compasses or knives to prove their deep love with blood, Cheyenne felt

those letters. And he had never bothered

This was Cheyenne’s way

engaging in a passionate and dominant kiss that left her with no chance to resist. Cheyenne’s breath was suddenly stolen,

Snap.

brooding eyes, making

when

have a small chance of winning the fight. But she quickly dismissed the thought. He had

she just wanted Kelvin to leave. Unfortunately, he held her hand

hand hurt? Shall I blow on it

divorced, do you understand? Divorced means two

of patients and nurses passing by outside. When

appeared calm.

don’t you want this? I’m not worse than Mr. Lara, you know. Maybe you’ve forgotten, after all

are you talking about, with all

Lara? I have no

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

anger, he bit her earlobe and said, “You naughty

his

and buried his head in her shoulder, whispering, “I know you don’t