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?

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

initially annoyed, but upon seeing Kelvin’s handsome face, a blush crept up her cheeks and her

the discharge procedures. He said there was an emergency at home and they had to leave.”

as he wondered if it was

fare any better as his large hand clenched into a

didn’t

was an emergency at

health condition, Kelvin immediately got up and headed towards the hallway leading to the lobby. Old Mr.

be discharged and

just woke up from your coma; it’s

Kelvin but he knew how stubborn Kelvin could be once

necessary procedures before boarding a private plane back to Akloit with old Mr. Foley sitting

window at the clouds that seemed

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

All she needed was one

then, he thought she had strange

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

slowly walked down from the luxurious private jet – one in blue and one in

at the front, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. His hair, which hadn’t been cut for over two weeks, hung down

of the media like this caught everyone off guard for several seconds. Some even

“Who is he?”

“I have no idea.”