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In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.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

has nothing to do with you, Miss Lawrence.

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

he hung

young girl was truly arrogant and

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

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

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

blew in through the window, brushing against his short hair. 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 quickly reached out and supported him, restoring the cane to

a deep envy

love, but how many could stay together until old age like

with whom he could spend the years she would be absent for. Omari had grown up and found that girl he wanted to spend the

if that girl was willing to live an ordinary, normal

at his phone on his knee and

displayed time showed 7:30 a.

an

have

wait for

never felt so

wished time would slow down, even

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

strength, exhausted and powerless.

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

propping up his

on

that not even the

him, time silently

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

"Attention passengers of flight

Airport. The flight is about to depart. Please proceed to obtain your boarding pass and board the plane in an orderly

waiting

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

surged, coming and