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…”

this point, only staying

swiftly, not sparing any attention to it. He was panting heavily

delicate frame as he towered above her, admiring her exquisite and flushed face. Her eyes, still

embarrassed by his gaze. She turned her head,

“Kel… Mmm…”

pressed against her own. It was a gentle

tongues intertwined. Gradually, she forgot about her shoes, her tightly clenched fist resting against his chest

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

you taste so sweet,”

he had been poisoned by her, unable to fully

“Um, don’t…”

a more intense warmth. A fleeting smirk danced in Kelvin’s

said “don’t” they actually meant “do,” and when they said “it doesn’t

in the cool climate of the cave on a summer afternoon, Kelvin behaved like an excited young boy experiencing the taste of love for the first time. Over and over again, he used his tongue to trace the contours of her

pushed him away. As she touched

profusely, her heart softened again. Annoyed, she glared at him and said, “Turn around. Let me

well, he could take it

“Okay.”

some time re-dressing his wound, and by now it was around three or

Kelvin followed suit and lay down beside her,

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

the neckline of

as well, and after