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.

towel on the table, and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each finger

starting to turn a

sensation ran through Kelvin’s throat. Just as he was about to speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered the first syllable

appeared in front of them with five

were served one by one, but the manager noticed that the atmosphere in the private room was off, causing him to

eating, especially now that she wasn’t in a good mood. She directly refused the

you need

waiters left, leaving the private room to revert to its

again put on a carefree and lazy smile

eat. I’m hungry, let’s

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

had a thousand words in his heart but didn’t know where to start. Cheyenne…

ate their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling

to his elegant dining,

had never been a lady, and she didn’t need to pretend to be a “proper lady” in front of Kelvin. The most important

private room was so quiet that only their breathing and

he couldn’t help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne, slow down. It’s still early, and

“I’m used to it.”

alternating between being full and hungry, so she developed a habit

it lacked elegance,

even more distressed. He had never made an effort to

standards… but his “standards” were rigid and bound by the rules of the aristocracy. Such rules only bred refined

on the other hand, wasn’t restrained

understood her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like the gentle

She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for

Omari and Iker was probably not as important as

true rival was that

burdened

abandoned Cheyenne, it was Benson who

Benson

lost both her baby, it was Benson

that blind man

what, he would never give up

relied

he was separated from her, he would suffocate