She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 543: Waiting Turns Out to Be Torturing

Her kind words only earned Cheyenne a wave of mockery from Leon.

"Young girls are naive. In influential families like ours, interests come before everything else."

"What does it matter if Omari doesn't like her? What does it matter if he does? As long as Miss Weaver doesn't call off the wedding, Omari must marry her."

"Emotions, for wealthy people like us, are dispensable."

One who achieved great things could not waver in their personal affairs, hesitating and being indecisive.

Cheyenne retorted without giving him any respect, her words dripping with disdain. She asked, "Does that include you, Mr. Lara? You abandoned Mr. Lara's mother... Have you ever regretted it?"

Listening to her using her own past to provoke him, Leon became agitated. Unintentionally, an image of a radiant smiling face came to his mind.

She gazed at him, her eyes tender, and called him "Leon" in a sweet voice.

In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.

The person he loved most lay silently inside, never to be seen or heard again.

Had he ever regretted it?

Leon didn't know.

When he heard she passed away due to illness, his world seemed to collapse. He always felt like something was missing by his side.

But how heartless she was, not even appearing in his dream in the many years since her death.

With the passage of time, Leon almost forgot what she looked like, only her name engraved deep in his memory.

Every time he remembered, his heart ached.

He felt like a hedgehog suddenly stripped of its spines, wanting to hide back within his own shell.

to do with you, Miss

because you're an old man? You say what you want, and I'll do what I want. As long as I

was so angry that he hung up the phone in a

was

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

filled with people. There were young couples reluctant to part, families of

a cold metal chair was a handsome young man. His white shirt was wrinkled and clung to his body, and he had long since forgotten where he left his suit jacket when

short hair. His bloodshot charming

gazing at an elderly couple with gray hair. When the old lady affectionately scolded and lightly hit her husband's shoulder, the latter pretended to be angry and snatched her cane from her hands. But when he

deep envy in

in love, but how many could stay together until

he could spend the years she would be absent for.

know if that girl was willing to

his phone on his knee and lightly tapped it. The screen

showed 7:30 a.

an hour

you have

will wait

had never felt so

would slow down, even

not slept all night, still felt the lingering effects of alcohol His head throbbed with a dizzying pain, and his limbs feft weakened as if drained

strength, exhausted and powerless.

eyelids stubbornly drooped, and he intended to wait for Cheyenne's arrival. But

up his cheek,

resting on the

morning calm, so silent that not even the dogs in passengers' hands

silently passed by,

front desk. A sweet and unusual voice echoed through the air, like a sudden

"Attention passengers of flight

depart. Please proceed to obtain your

the waiting area had started

seated in his own spot, his eyes fixed on the glass

crowd surged, coming