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.

were visible, and there was a string of lettering tattooed on it. “Let go! Don’t force me to

Kelvin’s slightly warm and rough thumb caressed the tattooed letters on her ankle. His laughter entered her ears, filling her with

needles into her skin and then applying ink… it was painful. And her skin was delicate; even

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

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

the meaning behind those letters. And he had never bothered

off!” This was Cheyenne’s way of proving her love for him. How could she

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

Snap.

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

when she acted out of anger

Kelvin 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 a hand on her before, even when he was furious…

held her hand tightly, and

Shall I blow on

exclaimed, “What the hell, Kelvin! Be normal! We’re divorced,

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

her fiery anger, Kelvin appeared calm. He continued to

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

are you talking about,

Mr. Lara? I have no

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

earlobe and

his dismissive tone and mocked him

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