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.”

his lips and smiled lightly at her. His

let me do

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

her pink and tender face, her weak and slumped figure on the chair, and couldn’t help

willing to be at her

when had

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

turned cold. “You can leave now,

curl up, they froze. He was both angry and

Hadn’t she been immersed in it just now? Thinking of this, he

you really are

hand, her eyes fixed on her fair arm, covered

this what I learned from

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

won’t

at him with wide eyes, rebuking, “You want there

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

Foley, you’re already twenty-eight.

and composed face was instantly dark. “Cheyenne,

propping her cheek with her delicate

not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old

you’re thirty. That’s a whole ten-year difference. In

Ten years…

600 days

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 seven and a