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.

coldly 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 force

starting to

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

appeared in front of them

the private room was off, causing him to break out

ear while she was eating, especially now that

your meal. If you

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

all her emotions and once again put on a carefree and lazy smile on

eat. I’m

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

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

in thought, suddenly feeling that this

his elegant dining,

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

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

she would choke, so he couldn’t help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, “Cheyenne, slow down. It’s still early, and no one is trying to

“I’m used to it.”

of alternating between being full and

elegance, it wasn’t rude

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

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

hand, wasn’t

and appreciated her,

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 crowded and

and Iker was

was that elegant

Kelvin’s heart suddenly became heavy, as if burdened

he abandoned Cheyenne, it was Benson

it was Benson who prepared

it was

owed that

what, he would never give up

like the air he relied

he was separated from her, he would suffocate and