She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 433: You’ll Die Ten Years Earlier Than Me

In broad daylight, if people outside were to find out that she and Kelvin were doing it in her office, she might as well quit her job at the hospital.

The soundproofing of this room was not good, so Cheyenne could only bite Kelvin’s shoulder fiercely, venting all her anger on him.

She continued until her mouth was filled with the taste of sweet, metallic blood, yet she showed no signs of letting go.

Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, helplessly staring at her thick, flowing hair that swayed like ripples. “Cheyenne, go easy.”

“Easy my foot! If it hurts, we both feel the pain. Who’s afraid of who?”

Reluctantly, he carried her and walked towards the office desk, gently brushing aside the files on top to make room for her to sit. “It shouldn’t hurt like this now, you pampered girl.”

When his gaze fell upon the red marks on her fair shoulder, a hint of tenderness flickered in his deep-set eyes, softening his actions. Cheyenne closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth. She tried to convince herself that she had paid for the services of a handsome gigolo.

Time passed, and the fragmented sounds in the director’s office finally quieted down. Kelvin sat on a chair, holding the exhausted woman in his arms. Large beads of sweat dripped down his broad forehead, sliding across his straight nose and landing on Cheyenne’s delicate shoulder.

Finally, he lightly kissed it, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.

Cheyenne was too exhausted to even lift a finger. She slumped on his shoulder, lacking the energy to do anything except give Kelvin some instructions. “Tissue.”

“Mhm.”

Stretching out his long arm, he pulled out a tissue from the box on the desk. Just when Cheyenne was about to reach out to take it, Kelvin personally wiped the sweat off her. “I can do it myself.”

pursed his lips and smiled lightly at her. His cold, stern eyes stared at her delicate face and

let me do

acting like a queen, ordering Kelvin around to wipe her sweat, help

Kelvin looked at her pink and tender face, her weak and slumped figure on the chair,

be at

the CEO of the Foley Group, when had he ever

peculiar scent. When he

face immediately turned cold.

Kelvin’s lips were about to curl up, they

were always the ones who refused to admit their mistakes. Now, this woman was burning bridges. Hadn’t she been immersed in

really are

out her hand, her eyes fixed on her fair

this what I

the white floor tiles… Countless hot nights floated in his mind, seemingly every time, it was indeed him who left first. Crossing his arms

won’t

and she stared at him with wide eyes, rebuking, “You

great confidence, Kelvin nodded, shamelessly uttering a sentence, “Of course, because in this world, there

any respect at all. “Ha, Mr. Foley, you’re already twenty-eight. In two more years, you might be impotent

and composed face was instantly dark. “Cheyenne, are you calling

chin, propping her cheek with her delicate hand as

I’m not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, I’m only twenty-one, in the prime years

round it off, I’m twenty and you’re thirty. That’s a whole ten-year difference. In other words, you’ll die ten years earlier

Ten years…

3, 600 days

but was seriously pondering her words. He had to admit that he was indeed seven and a