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.

white towel on the table, and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each finger carefully, especially her hand back, applying force and rubbing

was starting to

throat. Just as he was about to speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered

front of them

manager noticed that the atmosphere in the private room was off, causing him to break out in a cold sweat underneath his shirt. “Thank

now that she

meal. If you need anything,

manager and the good-looking waiters left, leaving

once again put on a carefree and lazy smile on

time to eat. I’m hungry, let’s

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

his heart but didn’t know where

ate their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this

to his elegant dining, Cheyenne appeared

and she didn’t need to pretend to be a “proper lady”

so quiet that only their breathing and the

her in a soft voice with

“I’m used to it.”

alternating between being full and hungry,

elegance, it wasn’t rude

He had never made an effort to understand her past and her

had only demanded Cheyenne based on his own standards… but his “standards” were rigid and bound by the rules of the aristocracy. Such rules only bred

hand, wasn’t restrained by those

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

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

of Omari and Iker was probably

rival was that elegant blind

if burdened by a boulder, making it

it was Benson who stayed by

Benson who

it was Benson who

that Cheyenne owed that blind man was actually

matter what, he would never give up

like the air he relied on to survive, seemingly

was separated from her,