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.

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

to turn a bit

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

restaurant manager appeared in front of them

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

eating, especially now that she wasn’t in a good mood. She directly refused the manager’s

please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just

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

again put on a carefree

time to eat. I’m hungry,

up her sleeves without hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her happy expression was completely

had a thousand words in his heart but

of them ate their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this expensive and authentic local cuisine was nothing

to his elegant dining,

need to pretend to be a “proper lady”

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

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

“I’m used to it.”

had always lived a life of alternating between being full and hungry, so she

elegance, it wasn’t

Kelvin felt even more distressed. He had never

own standards… but his “standards” were rigid

hand, wasn’t

understood her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like

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… she even accompanied that man to

and Iker was probably not

true rival was that

burdened by a boulder, making it

Cheyenne, it was

birthday, it was Benson who prepared

she nearly lost both her baby, it was Benson who saved her with

that blind man

no matter what, he would

relied on to

was separated from her, he would suffocate