She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 451: Continue

Cheyenne felt Kelvin’s gentle touch as his fingertips passed through her hair while he was drying it. She discreetly lifted her eyelids to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the glass.

All she could faintly see was his resolute and cold profile, his head slightly lowered, making it difficult to discern his expression.

Throughout the process, she surprisingly sat quietly on his lap without struggling to get down. This obedient and well-behaved demeanor made Kelvin unable to get enough of her.

It reminded him of how cute, obedient, and fond of sticking to him she used to be. Back then, he found it bothersome…

Grandfather was right, he didn’t know how to appreciate the good things in life.

The clock on the wall was ticking slowly, and raindrops were falling steadily on the eaves outside the window. The sound was hypnotic.

Cheyenne was getting bored to the point of falling asleep. Feeling uncomfortable, she twisted her neck and touched her dry hair.

Kelvin awkwardly grabbed her sleek and beautiful chestnut hair, divided it into three sections, and began braiding it with interest. Startled, Cheyenne turned her head to look at his movements. Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered with disbelief. “Why are you braiding my hair?” Why?

Perhaps it was because her hair was exceptional, and her docile and cute sleepy appearance resembled a Barbie doll that he couldn’t resist giving it a try.

But he didn’t know how to braid hair. This was the first time in his life that he had done it for a girl. He didn’t even have a comb, so he simply used his hands to run through her hair. Fortunately, Cheyenne’s hair was smooth, and it didn’t look too messy.

Kelvin had seen how she braided her hair before-it was simple. But it turned out that reality didn’t align with his imagination. Cheyenne’s hair was like silk, too slippery for him to grasp with his rough hands that were used to holding pens.

didn’t dare to use too much force, afraid

his breath and cautiously grasp her hair, repeatedly undoing and redoing

was finally

quickened his movements. When he finished braiding at the end of her hair, he used the red cherry hair tie she had been wearing

small, with a square shape and a matching bow tied on top of it. He handed it to Cheyenne and commanded in a cold voice, “Open it and take out what’s

discovered a white pearl hair clip lying peacefully on a black velvet fabric.

importantly, it was

as a tie clip before, but

pearl hair clip and gently fastened it at

the pearl were perfectly showcased in her. When Cheyenne thought about removing the hair clip and returning it to him, she hesitated. It was

embrace. The sudden emptiness allowed the cold air from outside to

her delicate hand, palm up, and looked down at him

me the

the earring from his suit pocket. He grabbed her small hand and placed the earring in her palm, while expressing his concern, “Cheyenne, if you want earrings, I can give you new ones. This has been worn by Abbie, why dwell on it? You

neck suddenly tightened. Cheyenne’s slender hand held the collar, her almond-shaped eyes filled with

said each word through gritted teeth, “What did you just say? This earring

Abbie, he said, “Are you jealous? This earring was not a gift from me to her.

Cheap!

this pair of earrings cost over 20, 000. How could it

which now had a broken button, revealing a glimpse of

a doubt, she gave him a big eye roll. “Being jealous is the last thing I’ll do. Mr. Foley,