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In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.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

should I listen to you? Just because you're an old man? You say what you

was so angry that he hung up

girl was truly arrogant and

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

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

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

brushing against his short hair. His bloodshot charming eyes, different from

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 quickly reached out and supported him,

felt a deep envy in

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

and find a girl who truly loved him with whom he could spend the years she would be absent for. Omari had grown up and found that girl he

if that girl was willing to live

his knee and lightly tapped it.

showed

had half an

have to

will wait

slipping away, Omari had never felt so anxious and uneasy

would slow down, even

His head throbbed with a dizzying pain, and his limbs feft weakened as if drained of

strength, exhausted and powerless.

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

up his cheek,

resting on the

waiting lounge was quiet, the morning calm, so silent that not even the dogs

silently passed

awake by the announcement from the airport's front desk. A sweet and unusual voice echoed through the air, like

"Attention passengers of flight

Akloit Airport. The flight is about to depart. Please proceed to obtain your boarding pass and

waiting area

old monk, remained seated in his own spot, his

surged,