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.

there was a string of lettering tattooed

and rough thumb caressed the tattooed letters on her ankle. His laughter entered her ears, filling

poking needles into her skin and then applying ink… it was painful. And her skin was delicate; even a strong kiss would leave marks that took several days to fade away. A tattoo… it

himself for not 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

love with blood, Cheyenne felt awkward to do the same on her arm. So she went to a tattoo parlor and had it

meaning behind those letters.

allowed to wash it off!” This was Cheyenne’s way of proving

of 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, she extended her hands

Snap.

and brooding eyes, making Cheyenne feel a chill run

hadn’t considered their height and strength difference when she acted

were to strike back in anger, she would only have a small chance of winning the fight. But she quickly dismissed the thought. He had never laid

he held

hand hurt? Shall I blow on it for

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

the room, catching the attention of patients and nurses passing by outside. When they glanced inside, all they saw was a wooden

appeared calm.

this? I’m not worse than Mr. Lara, you know. Maybe

are you talking about, with

Mr. Lara? I

was wearing a light blue babydoll dress today, reaching just above her knees. Kelvin effortlessly slid

a fit of anger, he bit her earlobe and said, “You

his dismissive tone and mocked him

he burst into laughter and buried his head in her shoulder, whispering, “I know you don’t like being constrained, but