She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 544: Exchanging a Coat for Ice Cream

Cheyenne stood alone in the crowd, her desolate look catching Kelvin's eyes, stirring mixed emotions in his heart.

Does she really care that much about Omari?

Kelvin stepped forward, taking an absolute stance as he stood next to her and unexpectedly reached out to hold Cheyenne's shoulder.

In a deep, magnetic voice that resonated above her head, he said, "Cheyenne, let's go. Mr. Lara may have already left."

Cheyenne remained silent, seemingly oblivious to his words, and motionless.

Suddenly, a gust of southern wind blew in from outside, carrying with it a fluttering piece of paper that seemed to come out of nowhere.

It captured her attention.

The wind stopped.

The piece of paper landed beside Cheyenne's shoe, and as she looked down, she noticed her name written under the passenger section. Could this be the plane ticket Omari purchased for her?

A tinge of guilt emerged in her heart; she should at least call and explain to Omari. He had waited for her here for two hours and finally tore up the ticket and left alone.

Would he hate her?

Cheyenne squinted her almond-shaped eyes, biting her red lip, unsure whether she should continue waiting here or leave, when a surprised voice suddenly came from behind. "Cheyenne!" She turned in astonishment.

He stood in the backlight, the dazzling lights in the lobby and the sunlight outside overlapping, casting a glaring, silvery light on the man.

For a moment, his face was unclear.

What came into view was a slender and tall figure, wearing a wrinkled white shirt and his hair in disarray, like a puppy with ruffled fur. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But it was his charming, bright eyes, shining like stars, that couldn't be hidden even in such strong light.

It was undeniably Omari.

hand and walked step by step toward Cheyenne, revealing a silly smile

a well-bred lawyer end up looking

laughed, softly asking

"Dead battery."

"Where are your glasses?"

and stepped on

"What about your coat?"

"Traded for ice cream."

high-priced suit jacket for a cheap

knows how to do

looking at his pitifully disheveled appearance, she couldn't bring herself to scold him for

moment, he reached out his large hand and handed the hard-earned

young man of seventeen or eighteen, with a blush on his pale face, he hung his head down, and his long, thick

looked at the ice cream he handed to her, licked her dry lips, hesitated for a second,

a big bite, feeling the cool sweetness of the ice cream between her teeth and lips, and she smiled with

almond eyes suddenly resembled

felt sweeter than if

recalling the words she

have something sweet to eat, because food can soothe the wounded

cream or a small cake whenever she was feeling down. As long as she ate enough, she

the airport lobby, the peculiar yet sweet sight of these two guys and a girl made numerous passersby stop

be closer to the guy in the white shirt, but the domineering man in the black suit standing beside them

made any further move, he guaranteed that he would rush over and beat

knew that

to him was

Goodness those two eyes practically had "on guard"

Kelvin hinder him from

cream, wasn't feeling calm. Lifting her fair chin, she looked at Omari with a

"Not going."

behind his back, a faint smile spreading across his face

to go abroad to avoid getting married and spend ordinary, happy days