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.

withdrew her hand, picked up the white towel on the table, and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each finger carefully, especially her hand back, applying

was starting to turn a

speak… his hoarse voice

front of them

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

was eating, especially now that she

enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just let

waiters left,

again put on a carefree and lazy smile

time to eat. I’m hungry, let’s

eating. Her

thousand words in his heart but didn’t know where

suddenly feeling that this expensive and authentic local

to his elegant dining, Cheyenne appeared

and she didn’t need to pretend to be a “proper lady” in front of Kelvin. The most important thing was

their breathing and the sound of her

he couldn’t help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne,

“I’m used to it.”

full and hungry, so she developed a habit

lacked elegance, it wasn’t

words, Kelvin felt even more distressed. He had never made an effort to understand her past and her

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

on the other hand, wasn’t restrained by

appreciated her, like the gentle and divine

Benson every week. She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him…

combined weight of Omari and Iker was

true rival was that

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

he abandoned Cheyenne, it was Benson

it was Benson

her baby, it was Benson who saved her

Cheyenne owed that blind

what, he would

was like the air he relied on to survive, seemingly

separated from her, he would suffocate