She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 494: He Is Worried About Cheyenne

After a brief argument between the grandfather and grandson, Kelvin rubbed his throbbing head and casually asked, “Grandpa, where is she?”

Old Mr. Foley stood with his hands behind his back. “She? Who?”

Kelvin’s lips twitched. He weakly replied, “Cheyenne Lawrence.”

In the next moment, he received a knock on the head from old Mr. Foley who was muttering under his breath. “You call her by her full name? She’s your wife! Do you remember it?” Kelvin wanted to argue back since they had divorced, but stopped himself when memories of his recent nightmares flooded into his mind – Cheyenne becoming Sam’s bride.

His pupils dilated as he swallowed back all the words he wanted to say and answered in a muffled tone, “Mm.”

Old Mr. Foley had planned to spend more time convincing Kelvin to win Cheyenne back but unexpectedly got a sure answer from him.

He suddenly realized that if anything had happened between them while they were alone together in wilderness for long.

He put his hand on Kelvin’s shoulder like an intimate buddy before leaning over to whisper, “Kelvin, have you made any progress with Cheyenne?”

Kelvin refused to answer him directly and gave him a cold stare instead. “Grandpa, you’re so nosy.”

“Humph! You brat!”

Half an hour later, old Mr. Foley assisted Kelvin towards Cheyenne’s ward, only to find it empty without anyone present inside.

Where was she?

Cheyenne…he quickly grabbed hold of a passing nurse and asked, “Hello, I would like to ask

Kelvin’s handsome face, a blush crept up her cheeks and

discharge procedures. He said there was an emergency at home and

froze as he wondered if it was Mr. Lara or Master Iker

as his large

didn’t

was an

uneasy about Cheyenne leaving without considering her health condition, Kelvin immediately got up and headed towards the hallway leading to the

discharged and back

your coma; it’s not good for

knew how stubborn Kelvin could be once

completed all necessary procedures before boarding a private plane back to Akloit

gazed calmly outside the window at the clouds that seemed within reach like some sort

remembered how much Cheyenne loved cotton candy; she always said

idea of happiness was simple. All she needed was one

had strange

villa instead of returning to the Foley mansion for fresh clothes. Outside the villa, reporters swarmed around, making it impossible to move. When the private jet landed, it brought with it

figures slowly walked down from the luxurious private jet –

hospital gown. His hair, which hadn’t been

media like this caught everyone off guard for

“Who is he?”

“I have no idea.”