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 it. “Let go! Don’t force me to kill

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

into her skin and then applying ink… it was painful. And her skin was delicate; even a strong kiss would leave marks that took

was a mistake I made due to my ignorance. I’ll wash it off another day.” Just like most rebellious teenage

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

wouldn’t know the meaning behind those letters. And

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

in a passionate and dominant kiss that left her

Snap.

eyes,

and strength difference when she acted out of anger a moment

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… just

Unfortunately, he held her hand tightly,

blow on it for

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

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

calm. He continued to whisper

I’m not worse than Mr. Lara, you know. Maybe you’ve forgotten, after all these years. Let me remind

you talking about,

worse than Mr. Lara? I have no idea if he’s

her knees. Kelvin effortlessly slid his hand up and caressed her

bit her earlobe and

of your business!” Cheyenne mimicked his

laughter and buried his head in her shoulder,