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

any attention to it. He was panting heavily when he finally reached the

he towered

quiet, and Cheyenne felt embarrassed by his gaze. She turned

“Kel… Mmm…”

pressed against her own. It was a

and their tongues intertwined. Gradually, she forgot about her shoes, her tightly clenched fist resting against his chest loosened, and her palm instead settled on

spread within her, and fortunately, Cheyenne closed her eyes,

so sweet,” Kelvin whispered in

like he had been poisoned by her, unable

“Um, don’t…”

it whole, replaced instead by a more intense warmth. A fleeting smirk danced in Kelvin’s

creatures who said one thing but meant another. When they said “don’t” they actually meant “do,” and when they said “it doesn’t matter,” it actually did matter. Could he understand Cheyenne’s contradictions

excited young boy experiencing the taste of love for the first time. Over and over again,

lips anymore and pushed him away. As she touched her lip, she realized that he had

glared at him and said, “Turn around. Let me tend to your wound.” But the look in her eyes, which Kelvin caught sight of,

his lips, unable to resist wanting more… Oh well, he could take it slow. The unexpected surprise today was something

“Okay.”

wound, and by now it

Cheyenne laid down on a blanket, preparing to take a nap. Little did she know, Kelvin followed suit and lay down beside her, face to face. His handsome face,

pitch-black, star-like eyes stared at her, his smile

neckline of her

that he was tired as well, and after all, he had