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.”

smiled lightly at her. His cold, stern eyes stared at her delicate face and he couldn’t help but hold her

tired, let me

was as if she was acting like a queen, ordering Kelvin around to wipe her sweat, help her put on clothes, and tidy up the scattered files on the

a villainous character who had gained power, but Kelvin looked at her pink and tender face, her weak

willing to be at her beck

the Foley Group, when had he ever done such trivial

still filled with an intense and peculiar scent. When he looked at

immediately turned cold. “You can leave now,

Kelvin’s lips were about to curl up, they froze. He was both

mistakes. Now, this woman was burning bridges. Hadn’t she

you really

her eyes fixed on her fair arm, covered

what I

every time, it was indeed him

won’t

and she stared at

in this world, there are only two types

you’re already twenty-eight. In two more years, you might be

face was instantly dark. “Cheyenne, are you calling

her fair chin, propping her cheek with her

to stir the flames. “Although I’m not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, I’m only twenty-one, in the prime years of my youth, Mr. Foley, and you’re already

whole ten-year difference. In other words, you’ll die ten years

Ten years…

3, 600 days

words. He had to admit that he was indeed seven and a half years older than her, which meant their time together