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In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.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

do with you, Miss Lawrence. Just remember, don't

to you? Just because you're an old man? You say what you want,

he hung up the phone in a

was truly arrogant and

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

it was early morning, the hall was already filled with people. There were young couples reluctant to part, families of three warmly advising each other, and

cold metal chair was a handsome young man. His white shirt was wrinkled and clung to his body, and he had long

His bloodshot charming

was 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 saw her husband walking unsteadily, swaying, she

deep envy in his

this world, there were countless couples in love, but how many could stay together until old age

would live an ordinary life and find a girl who truly loved him with whom he could spend the years she would

didn't know if that girl was willing to live an ordinary, normal life

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

time showed 7:30 a.

half an hour left before

have

will wait for

time slipping away, Omari had never felt so anxious and

time would slow down, even just

head

strength, exhausted and powerless.

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

up his cheek,

on the

lounge was quiet, the morning calm, so silent that not even the dogs in passengers' hands bothered to

him, time silently passed by,

from the airport's front desk. A sweet and unusual voice echoed through the air, like a sudden clap of thunder,

"Attention passengers of flight

is about to depart. Please proceed to obtain your boarding

waiting area

seated in his own spot,

crowd surged,