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.

delicate ankle, faint blue veins were visible, and there was a string of lettering tattooed on it. “Let go!

Kelvin’s slightly warm and rough thumb caressed the tattooed letters on her ankle. His laughter

made by painstakingly poking needles into her skin and then applying ink… it was painful. And her skin was delicate; even a strong kiss would leave

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

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 same

meaning behind those letters. And he had never bothered

Cheyenne’s way of proving her love

capture her soft lips, engaging in a passionate and dominant kiss that left her with no chance to resist. Cheyenne’s breath

Snap.

with his dark and brooding eyes, making Cheyenne feel a chill run down her spine. Her hand trembled

and strength difference when

small chance of winning the fight. But she quickly dismissed the thought. He had never laid a

he held her hand tightly, and gently blew

your hand hurt? Shall I blow on it

We’re divorced,

outside. When they glanced inside, all they saw was a wooden door. Oh, she forgot, the door wasn’t

appeared calm.

worse than Mr. Lara, you know. Maybe you’ve forgotten,

you talking about, with

Mr. Lara? I have no idea

babydoll dress today, reaching just above her

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

mimicked his dismissive tone

shoulder, whispering, “I know you don’t