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.”

used to his sudden tenderness, always feeling that something was off. The man pursed his lips and smiled lightly at her. His cold, stern eyes stared at her delicate

tired, let me

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

and tender face, her weak and slumped figure on the chair, and couldn’t help but feel joy

to be at her beck

of the Foley Group, when had he ever

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

cold.

were about to curl up, they froze. He

woman was burning bridges. Hadn’t she been immersed in it just now? Thinking of this, he couldn’t

really are

hand, her eyes fixed on her

this what I learned

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

won’t happen

stared at him with wide eyes, rebuking, “You

because in this world,

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

handsome and composed face was instantly dark. “Cheyenne, are

chin, propping her cheek with her delicate hand as she

face and continued 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

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

Ten years…

3, 600 days and

seriously pondering her words. He had to admit that he was