She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 439: Like Air

Kelvin felt powerless and wondered why Cheyenne’s focus was so different from what he thought.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Cheyenne’s hand, placed on the table. His large hand covering her small hand was damp and hot.

She felt uncomfortable.

When she looked up into his shiny eyes, she saw herself reflected in them, and he was looking at her attentively.

“Trust me.”

Cheyenne’s fair face sank into contemplation at his words. Conflicted emotions surged like waves crashing against the shore, receding and advancing, coming and going.

All of these things were made up by Abbie… Should she trust Kelvin? The answer to this question had been in Cheyenne’s mind all along. She had just been seeking a reason to believe Kelvin. Kelvin was a businessman, and integrity was the foundation of a businessman. From this perspective, he wouldn’t lie.

As an aloof genius, he didn’t seem inclined to lie either.

She knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t deceive her.

His expressions of displeasure and indifference were always so direct that it lacked any gentlemanly demeanor…

In the gaze he expected from her, Cheyenne finally nodded. Her lips parted slightly, and she exhaled as she said, “I believe you now. You can let go.”

Don’t think she didn’t notice that his palm was sweaty and that he tried to rub his hand back and forth against hers…

In this hot summer weather, didn’t he think it was dirty?

When she said she believed him, Kelvin finally smiled. The corners of his eyes lifted, and his icy and stern face lit up.

Before he could get too happy, another ruthless blow struck. Cheyenne’s harsh words left him looking lost and pitiful.

“Kelvin, just because I believe you doesn’t mean I forgive you. I was serious when I said those things in the office. Let’s end it here.”

She was tired.

She had been chasing after him for eight years… always looking up at his back. Even a little bit of care from him was enough to make her happy for days.

meticulously wiped her hands. She

to turn

speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered the first syllable

front of them with five

by one, but the manager noticed that the atmosphere in the private room was

people chattering in her ear while she was eating, especially now that she wasn’t

meal. If you need anything,

food, the restaurant manager and the good-looking waiters

a carefree

it’s time to eat.

up her sleeves without hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her happy expression was completely different from her

thousand words in his heart but didn’t know where

ate their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this

his elegant

lady, and she didn’t need to pretend to be a “proper lady” in front of Kelvin. The most important thing was to

quiet that only their breathing and the sound of her chewing

help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne, slow down. It’s still early,

“I’m used to it.”

full and hungry, so she developed a habit

it lacked elegance, it

He had never made an effort to

only demanded Cheyenne based on his own standards… but his “standards” were rigid and bound by the rules

on the other hand, wasn’t restrained by

understood her, accepted her, and appreciated

practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him… she even accompanied that man to crowded

was probably not as important as

was that elegant

as if burdened by a boulder,

was Benson

her birthday, it was Benson

it was Benson

that Cheyenne owed that blind man

he would

air he relied on

was separated from her, he would suffocate and