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.

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

was starting to turn a bit

he was about to speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered the first syllable when the knocking on the

front of them with five or six

noticed that the atmosphere in the private room was

she was eating, especially now that she wasn’t in a

your meal. If you need anything, just

the restaurant manager and the good-looking waiters left, leaving

emotions and once again put on a carefree

eat. I’m hungry,

and prepared to start eating. Her

his heart but didn’t know where to start. Cheyenne… I’m

them ate their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this expensive and authentic

elegant dining,

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

that only their breathing and the sound of her chewing

but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne, slow down. It’s

“I’m used to it.”

life of alternating between being full and hungry, so she developed a habit of

it lacked elegance, it wasn’t rude

had never made an effort

his own standards… but his “standards” were rigid and bound by

wasn’t

and appreciated her, like the gentle and

She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him… she even accompanied that

Iker was probably not as important as that blind

true rival was that

if burdened by a boulder, making

Cheyenne, it was Benson who stayed by

her birthday, it was Benson who prepared

her baby, it was Benson who saved her with his

debt that Cheyenne owed that blind man was actually

he would never

relied on to survive, seemingly invisible

separated from her,