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 hands. She

starting to turn a

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

manager appeared in front of

one, but the manager noticed that the atmosphere in the private room was off, causing

in her ear while she was eating, especially now that

your meal. If you need anything,

waiters left, leaving the private room to revert to

once again put on a

it’s time to eat.

start eating. Her happy expression was completely

words in his heart but didn’t

suddenly feeling that this expensive

his elegant dining, Cheyenne

to pretend to be a “proper lady” in front of

only their breathing and the sound of

quickly 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

“I’m used to it.”

a life of alternating between being full and hungry, so

elegance,

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

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

on the other hand, wasn’t restrained by

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

piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him… she even accompanied that man to crowded and dirty places

combined weight of Omari and Iker was probably not as important

true rival was

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

he abandoned Cheyenne, it was Benson who stayed by

Benson

both her baby, it was Benson who saved her

Cheyenne owed that blind man was

what, he would never give up

was like the air he relied on

was separated from her,