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.

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

was starting to turn a

as he was about to speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered the first syllable when the knocking

appeared in front of them

one, 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. “Thank you,

like people chattering in her ear while she was eating, especially now that she wasn’t in a good mood. She directly refused the

please enjoy your meal. If you

the restaurant manager and the good-looking waiters left, leaving the private room

again put on a carefree and lazy smile

time to eat. I’m hungry, let’s

hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her happy expression was completely

but

their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling

elegant dining,

a “proper lady” in front of Kelvin. The most important thing was to eat her fill and

quiet that only their breathing and the

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

“I’m used to it.”

between being full

elegance, it

more distressed. He had never made an effort to understand her past and her

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 refined

hand, wasn’t restrained

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

Benson every week. She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him… she even accompanied that man to crowded and

weight of Omari and Iker was

true rival was that elegant

heavy, as if burdened

he abandoned Cheyenne, it was Benson who stayed by

her birthday, it was Benson who prepared

was Benson who saved her with his own

owed that blind man was actually Kelvin’s

matter what, he would never give up

air he relied on

he was separated from her, he would suffocate and