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.

hand, picked up the white towel on the table, and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each

starting to turn

he was about to speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t

manager appeared in front of

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

she was eating, especially now that she wasn’t in a good mood.

your meal. If you need anything, just let

and the good-looking waiters left, leaving the

on a carefree and lazy smile on her delicate and

time to eat. I’m hungry, let’s

prepared to start eating. Her happy expression was completely different from her cold demeanor just

in his heart but

their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling

elegant

be a “proper lady” in front of Kelvin. The most important thing was

private room was so quiet that only their breathing and the sound of her chewing could

she would choke, so he couldn’t help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne, slow down.

“I’m used to it.”

between being full and

lacked elegance, it wasn’t rude

distressed. He had never made

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

other hand, wasn’t restrained by those rules

her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like

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

of Omari and Iker was probably not

rival was that elegant

heavy, as if burdened by a boulder, making it hard for him

it was Benson who stayed by

her birthday, it was Benson who prepared a surprise

baby, it was Benson who saved her

that blind man was

he would never give up

air he relied on to survive,

her, he