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.

and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each finger carefully, especially

to turn a

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

in front of them

the private room was off, causing

especially now that she wasn’t in

If you need

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

again put on a carefree and lazy smile on her delicate

it’s time to eat. I’m hungry, let’s

without hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her happy expression was completely different from her cold demeanor

but didn’t know where to start.

thought, suddenly feeling that this

elegant

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

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

remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne, slow down. It’s still early, and no one

“I’m used to it.”

always lived a life of alternating between being full

it lacked elegance,

distressed. He had never

rigid and bound by the

hand, wasn’t restrained

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

weight of Omari and Iker was probably not as important as that blind

rival was

as if burdened by a boulder, making it hard for

it was Benson who

was Benson who prepared

lost both her baby, it was Benson who saved her with his own

that blind

would never give

he relied on to survive, seemingly

he was separated from her, he would suffocate