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.

picked up the white towel on the table, and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed

was starting to turn a bit

through Kelvin’s throat. Just as he was about to speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered the first syllable when the knocking on the

of them

the private room was off,

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

meal. If you need anything, just let us

and the good-looking waiters left, leaving the private room to revert to its previous

emotions and once again put on a carefree

Foley, it’s time to eat. I’m hungry, let’s

hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her happy

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

in thought, suddenly feeling that this

elegant

never been a lady, and she didn’t need to pretend to be a “proper lady” in front of

room was so quiet that only their breathing and the sound of her chewing could be

saw her eating too quickly and was afraid she would choke, so he couldn’t help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed

“I’m used to it.”

between being full and hungry, so she developed a

lacked elegance,

had

“standards” were rigid and bound by the rules of the aristocracy.

on the other hand, wasn’t

man who understood her, accepted her, and appreciated

heart began to ache again. Cheyenne visited Benson every week. She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him…

was probably not as important

was

as if burdened by a

was Benson who stayed by

was Benson who

was Benson who saved her

owed that blind man was

what, he would never give

relied

he was separated from her, he would suffocate