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?

hold of a passing nurse and asked, “Hello, I would like to ask where

handsome face, a blush crept up her cheeks and her voice

tone, she replied, “Miss Lawrence’s boyfriend just helped her with the discharge procedures. He said there was an emergency

it was Mr. Lara or

any better as his large hand clenched into

But Kelvin didn’t miss the

was an emergency at

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

discharged and

from your coma; it’s

hurrying after Kelvin but he knew how stubborn Kelvin could be once he made

being discharged and forcefully completed all necessary procedures before boarding a private plane back to Akloit with old Mr. Foley sitting beside

the clouds that seemed within

remembered how much Cheyenne loved cotton candy; she always said eating it felt like having clouds in her

simple. All she

thought she had strange tastes so never bothered getting it for

for Cheyenne’s villa instead of returning to the Foley mansion for fresh clothes. Outside the villa, reporters swarmed around,

the luxurious private jet – one in blue

white striped hospital gown. His hair, which hadn’t been cut for over two weeks, hung down to

like this caught everyone off guard for several seconds.

“Who is he?”

“I have no idea.”