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.

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

was starting to turn a

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

restaurant manager appeared in front of them with five

the private room was off, causing him to break out

like people chattering in her ear while she was eating, especially now that she wasn’t

please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just

serving the food, the restaurant manager and the good-looking waiters left,

put on a carefree and lazy smile on

eat. I’m hungry, let’s eat

hesitation and prepared to start eating.

in his heart but didn’t know where to start.

feeling that this expensive and authentic local

his elegant dining,

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

so quiet that only their breathing and the sound of her chewing could be

and was afraid she would choke, so he couldn’t help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne, slow down. It’s still early, and no one is trying to take your

“I’m used to it.”

full and hungry, so she developed a habit

elegance, it wasn’t rude

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

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

wasn’t restrained

man who understood her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like the gentle and divine Benson by

piano, did his laundry, cooked for him,

and Iker was probably not as important as that

true rival was that elegant blind

Kelvin’s heart suddenly became heavy, as if burdened by a

abandoned Cheyenne, it was

her birthday, it was Benson who prepared a surprise for

it was Benson who saved her with his own

that blind

what, he would

the air he relied on to survive, seemingly invisible but

was separated from her, he