She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 478: At Odds

At noon, the temperature outside reached its peak, and the temperature inside the cave kept rising.

With her sweat-drenched fair hands tightly gripping onto a deep red blanket, her disheveled chestnut long hair swayed along with her body like seaweed in water.

Her hair exuded a faint and elegant fragrance.

A pair of rough hands with distinct joints gently passed through her hair, lightly cradling the back of her head, securing it.

This action forced Cheyenne to lift her head and meet his gaze. The man’s rugged face had darkened several shades from the intense UV rays, and glistening sweat cascaded down his sharp and angular chin from his forehead.

From his eyebrows to his nose and down to his chin, there was a masculine and seductive charm.

A drop of sweat landed on Cheyenne’s fair and beautiful back, followed by a scorching kiss on her shoulder.

Uncomfortably, she moved her shoulder, taking the opportunity to secretly touch her waist with her hand. With a soft and gentle voice, she whispered in Kelvin’s ears, “Hmmm… Kelvin, that’s enough, you can stop.”

She was so tired!

She had no strength left in her body, yet Kelvin kept pinching her waist without letting go. His large hands held her legs like iron cables, refusing to let go.

He whispered in her ear, his breath spraying onto her tender neck, rendering her collarbone and chest with a rosy hue.

His voice was bewitching, like a devilish Satan seducing a little girl, both wicked and gentle.

“Cheyenne, are you sure? Your face is still so red. Don’t be shy; I’m more than willing to serve you.”

“Mmm… You… jerk!”

be cold, but her

driving Cheyenne crazy. She couldn’t even finish

Damn it!

he really serving

desires. It had been almost four hours since

she accidentally ate some wild fruits

go up

little

today was just to sun-dry half a pound of salt, but because of

damp and large hand to

She was just exhausted.

had turned pitch black, and the sound of waves outside reached her

scent of grilled fish permeated her senses. The tall and sturdy man sat beside the

back facing her, his broad back seemed like a powerful mountain range. In the faint glow of the fire, those few vivid

intimate images kept flashing in her mind; it seemed like she made those

Kelvin’s side, the tiger they encountered during the day imitated humans and

of confusion, as it didn’t know how to eat

his gaze away. He then attentively tore open the banana leaf for the big tiger and blew on the slightly steaming fish meat. Rubbing

of envy and jealousy. She had known Kelvin for so many years, and he had never served her food, let alone blow on it so gently to avoid her getting

sight of this man and tiger, saying sarcastically, “I can’t believe Mr. Foley has

tiger tilted its head,

to be saying, “You ugly creature,

moment, Cheyenne was stunned, her mind blank, looking as if she had seen

at the white tiger sitting across from her, she stammered, “Kelvin, can

an animal