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In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.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

you, Miss Lawrence. Just remember, don't bother Omari

You say what you want,

was so angry that he hung up the phone in a

young girl was

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

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

clung to

through the window, brushing against his short hair. His bloodshot

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

felt a deep envy

love, but how many could stay together until

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 wanted to

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

his knee and lightly

time showed

an hour left before

have to

will wait

slipping away, Omari had never felt so

down, even just a

slept all night, still felt the lingering effects of alcohol His head

strength, exhausted and powerless.

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

up his cheek,

resting on

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

time silently passed by, uncaring

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

"Attention passengers of flight

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

waiting

old monk, remained seated in his own spot, his eyes fixed on

surged,