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.”

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

let

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

at her pink and tender face, her weak and slumped

willing to be at her beck

of the Foley Group, when had he ever done

an intense and peculiar scent. When he looked at her, her bones seemed to tremble under his

face immediately turned cold. “You can leave

up, they froze.

this woman was burning bridges. Hadn’t she been immersed in it

you really

eyes fixed on her fair arm, covered in bite

I learned from

silence, his gaze fixed on the white floor tiles… Countless hot nights floated in his mind, seemingly every time, it was indeed him

won’t

his words fell, Cheyenne’s face became even darker, and she stared at him with wide

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

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

face was instantly dark. “Cheyenne, are you calling

her cheek with her delicate hand as she

seventeen or eighteen-year-old

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

Ten years…

600

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