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

to turn a bit

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

manager appeared in front of them with five or six

in the private room was off, causing him to break out in a cold sweat underneath his shirt.

in her ear while she was eating, especially now

your meal. If you need anything, just

the good-looking waiters left, leaving

a carefree and lazy smile on her delicate and

eat. I’m hungry,

to start eating. Her happy expression was completely different from

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

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

to his elegant dining,

a “proper lady” in front of Kelvin. The most important thing was to eat her

their breathing and the sound of her chewing could be

help but remind her in a soft

“I’m used to it.”

always lived a life of alternating between being full

lacked elegance,

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

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

other hand, wasn’t

her, and appreciated her, like the gentle and divine Benson by

week. She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him,

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

was that elegant

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

abandoned Cheyenne, it was

birthday, it was Benson

it was Benson who saved her with

debt that Cheyenne owed that blind man was actually

he would never

was like the air he relied

was separated from her, he would