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In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.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

nothing to do with you, Miss Lawrence. Just remember, don't

because you're an old man? You say what you

angry that he hung up the phone in

was

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

with people. There were young couples reluctant to part, families of three warmly advising each other, and elderly people

metal chair was a handsome young man. His white shirt was wrinkled and clung to his

hair. His bloodshot charming eyes, different from the rest, stood out. Even

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

felt a deep envy in

countless couples in love, but how many could stay together until

girl who truly loved him with whom he could spend the years she would be absent for.

that girl was willing to live an ordinary, normal life with

his phone on his knee

displayed time showed 7:30 a.

an

you have

will wait

time slipping away, Omari had never felt so anxious

down,

not slept all night, still felt the lingering effects of alcohol His head throbbed

strength, exhausted and powerless.

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

propping up his

on

silent that not even the dogs in passengers' hands bothered

time silently

was startled awake by the announcement from the airport's front desk. A sweet and

"Attention passengers of flight

to Singapore from Akloit Airport. The flight is about to depart. Please proceed to

the waiting area

monk, remained seated in his own spot, his eyes fixed on the glass doors

surged,