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.

use too much

repeatedly

felt it was finally

across Kelvin’s face as he quickened his movements. When he finished braiding at the end

a square shape and

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

was her favorite hair

clip before, but he had disdainfully tossed it aside. She hadn’t asked about it since then. She had assumed he had thrown it away, just

up the pearl hair clip and gently fastened it at the side of her

elegant and refined qualities of the pearl were perfectly showcased in her. When Cheyenne thought about removing the hair

from his lap, leaving his embrace. The sudden emptiness allowed the cold air from outside to flow in, and Kelvin

palm up, and

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 deserve something

collar, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger, as

“What did you just say? This earring belongs to

reached out and grasped her delicate wrist, looking at her angry expression with a pleased smile on his face. Deliberately mentioning Abbie, he said, “Are you jealous? This earring was not a gift from me to her. If I were going to give her something, it wouldn’t be something cheap

Cheap!

000. How could it be called

broken button, revealing

“Being jealous is the last thing I’ll do. Mr.