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 each finger carefully, especially her hand back, applying force and rubbing

starting to

hoarse voice hadn’t even uttered

manager appeared in front of them with

in the private room was off, causing him to

didn’t like people chattering in her ear while she was eating, especially now that she wasn’t in a good

your meal. If you

restaurant manager and the good-looking waiters left, leaving the

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

to eat.

hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her happy expression was

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

deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this expensive

his elegant

and she didn’t need to pretend to be a “proper

only their breathing and the

so he couldn’t help but remind her in a

“I’m used to it.”

full and hungry, so she developed a habit of eating

elegance, it

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

hand, wasn’t

a man who understood her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like the gentle

in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and

was probably not as important as

was that elegant blind

heart suddenly became heavy, as if burdened by a boulder, making

was Benson who stayed by her

birthday, it was Benson who prepared a surprise

it was

debt that Cheyenne owed that blind

what, he would never give

the air he relied on to survive, seemingly invisible but

was separated from her, he would suffocate