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.”

that something was off. The man pursed his lips and smiled lightly at her. His cold, stern eyes stared at her delicate face and he couldn’t help but hold her hand and play

tired, let me do

wanted to be attentive, Cheyenne didn’t refuse. It was as if she was acting like a queen, ordering Kelvin around to wipe her sweat, help her put on clothes, and tidy

at her pink and tender

to be at her beck and

Group, when had he ever done

was still filled with an intense and peculiar scent. When he looked at her, her bones seemed

turned cold. “You

up, they froze. He

to admit their mistakes. Now, this woman was burning bridges. Hadn’t she been immersed

really are

words, Cheyenne lazily stretched out her hand, her eyes fixed on her fair arm, covered

I

floated in his mind, seemingly every time, it was indeed him who left first. Crossing his arms over

it won’t happen

face became even darker, and she stared at him with wide eyes, rebuking, “You want there to

“Of course, because in this world, there are only two types of men. Me and all the other

all. “Ha, Mr. Foley, you’re already twenty-eight. In

face was instantly

with her delicate hand as she nodded. “Indeed,

gloomy face and continued to stir the flames. “Although I’m not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl,

we round it off, I’m twenty and you’re thirty. That’s a whole ten-year difference. In

Ten years…

3, 600

angry with Cheyenne but was seriously pondering her words. He had to admit that he was indeed seven and a half years older than her, which meant their time together would be reduced by