She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 474: Domesticated

“Okay, okay, I won’t turn around. Should I cover my eyes now?” Kelvin reached out to cover his eyes, but Cheyenne stopped him with an urgent voice, “Wait, don’t close your eyes.”

Hearing her impatient tone, Kelvin sighed in amusement, “So, should I look or not look?”

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of delicate, pearlescent skin and a fair shoulder that captivated his gaze. Cheyenne felt a chilly gaze directed at her and followed the line of sight to find Kelvin enthusiastically staring at her.

Infuriated, she glared at him, quickly covering her chest with her hands, and scolded him blushing, “Who told you to look at me? Look in the four o’clock direction.”

Kelvin turned his head and saw a yellow tiger lurking in the forest. It was ready to attack, with its round, copper-toned eyes filled with a cold, bloodthirsty glare.

Neither Cheyenne nor Kelvin had fully recovered their strength, and it would undoubtedly be challenging to deal with the tiger at this moment.

After a standoff that lasted nearly a minute, Cheyenne dared not get up from the warm spring water. She couldn’t feel its warmth at all.

“Cheyenne, put on your dress,” Kelvin suddenly announced with his back turned.

The water rippled as Cheyenne tremblingly put on her dress. She swam towards the edge of the pool and Kelvin extended his arms, hauling her out of the water. He carried her on his shoulder and ran towards the cave.

The scenery behind them gradually faded, and Cheyenne glanced back at the tiger. Strange, why hadn’t it chased after them?

“Uh… my shoes…”

point, only staying

any attention to it. He was panting heavily when

placed Cheyenne on the padded ground. His body leaned gently against her delicate frame as he

Cheyenne felt embarrassed by his gaze. She turned her head, avoiding his scorching

“Kel… Mmm…”

pressed against her own. It was

tongues intertwined. Gradually, she forgot about her shoes, her tightly clenched

spread within her, and fortunately, Cheyenne closed her eyes, trying her best to

so sweet,”

her, unable to fully satisfy himself with

“Um, don’t…”

instead by a more intense warmth. A fleeting smirk danced

meant “do,” and when they said “it doesn’t matter,” it actually did matter. Could he understand Cheyenne’s contradictions in the same way? Didn’t she also

climate of the cave on a summer afternoon, Kelvin behaved like an excited young boy experiencing the taste of love

Cheyenne couldn’t bear the burning sensation on her lips anymore and pushed him away. As she touched her lip, she realized

angry, but when she saw the wound on his shoulder split open, bleeding profusely, her heart softened again. Annoyed, she glared at him and said, “Turn around. Let me tend to your wound.” But the look

he could take it slow. The unexpected surprise

“Okay.”

time re-dressing his wound, and by now it was around three or four in the

preparing to take a nap. Little did she know, Kelvin followed suit and lay down beside her,

stared at her, his

too?” Cheyenne uncomfortably tugged at the neckline of her dress, lying on her

man chuckled, saying convincingly that he was tired as well, and after all, he had helped clean up this