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.

meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each finger carefully,

was starting to turn a

ran through Kelvin’s throat. Just as he was about to speak… his hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered the

manager appeared in front of them with five or six handsome

aroma-rich and appetizing dishes were served one by one, but the manager noticed that the atmosphere in the private room was off, causing him to break out in a cold sweat

people chattering in her ear while she was eating, especially now that she wasn’t in a good mood. She

please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just let us

the good-looking waiters left,

and once again put on a carefree and lazy smile on her delicate

Foley, it’s time to eat.

eating. Her happy expression was

had a thousand words in his heart but didn’t

deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this

to his elegant dining,

pretend to be a “proper lady” in front of

breathing and the sound

and was afraid 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

“I’m used to it.”

always lived a life of alternating between being full and hungry, so she developed a habit of eating

lacked elegance, it wasn’t

had never

rigid and bound by

wasn’t restrained by

who understood her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like the

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

was probably

was

suddenly became heavy, as if burdened by a

was Benson who stayed by her

Benson who prepared a

baby, it was Benson who

that Cheyenne owed that

no matter what, he would never

he relied on to survive, seemingly invisible

separated from her, he