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.

wiped her hands.

was starting to

as he was about to speak… his hoarse

front of them with five or six handsome

one by 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, you can leave

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

enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just let

good-looking waiters left,

gathered all her emotions and once again put on a carefree and lazy smile on her

Foley, it’s time to eat.

without hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her

a thousand words in his heart but didn’t know where to start. Cheyenne…

deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this expensive and authentic local

elegant dining,

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

quiet that only their breathing and the

remind her in a soft voice with

“I’m used to it.”

of alternating between being full

it lacked elegance, it

felt even more distressed. He had never

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

the other hand, wasn’t

her, and appreciated her, like the gentle and divine

visited 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 dirty

Iker was probably not

true rival was that

heavy, as if burdened by a boulder, making it hard for

he abandoned Cheyenne, it was Benson

it was Benson who prepared a

she nearly lost both her baby, it was Benson who

Cheyenne owed that blind man

matter what, he would never

the air he relied on to survive, seemingly

separated from her, he would