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 finger carefully, especially her hand back, applying force and rubbing

starting to turn a bit

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

in front of them with five or six handsome

atmosphere in the private room was off, causing him to break out in

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

you need anything, just let us

good-looking waiters left, leaving the

on a carefree and lazy smile on

it’s time to eat. I’m hungry, let’s eat

to start eating. Her happy expression was completely

but didn’t know where

them ate their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling

elegant

pretend to be a “proper lady” in front of

their breathing and the

her eating too quickly and was afraid she would choke, so he couldn’t help but remind her in a soft

“I’m used to it.”

being full and hungry, so

lacked elegance,

more distressed. He had never

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

hand, wasn’t restrained by those rules

understood her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like

began to ache again. Cheyenne visited Benson every week. She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him… she even

Iker was probably not as important

was

suddenly became heavy, as if burdened by a boulder,

was Benson who stayed by her

was Benson who prepared a surprise

both her baby, it was Benson

debt that Cheyenne owed that blind man was

he would

air he relied on to survive, seemingly invisible

separated from her, he would suffocate