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.

on the table, and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each finger carefully, especially her hand back, applying force and

starting to turn a

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

of them with five or six handsome

in the private room was off,

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

meal. If you need anything, just let us

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

once again put on a carefree

to eat. I’m hungry, let’s

sleeves without hesitation and prepared to start eating.

thousand words in his heart but didn’t know

feeling that this expensive and authentic local cuisine

elegant dining, Cheyenne

“proper lady” in front of Kelvin. The

their breathing and the

but remind her in a soft voice with

“I’m used to it.”

of alternating between being full and hungry, so

lacked elegance, it

words, Kelvin felt even more distressed. He had never made an

based on his own standards… but his “standards” were rigid and bound by the rules of the aristocracy. Such

other hand, wasn’t restrained by those

man who understood her, accepted her, and appreciated

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

and Iker was probably not as important

was that

as if burdened by

Cheyenne, it was Benson who stayed by

birthday, it was Benson who

both her baby, it was Benson who saved her

that blind man was actually

what, he would

the air he relied on to survive, seemingly invisible

from her, he would suffocate