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.

and walked step by step toward Cheyenne, revealing

lawyer end up looking like a

asking him,

"Dead battery."

"Where are your glasses?"

dropped and stepped on by

"What about your coat?"

"Traded for ice cream."

a high-priced suit jacket for a cheap

sure knows how

know what to make of it, looking at his pitifully disheveled appearance, she couldn't bring herself to scold him for being

reached out his large hand and handed the hard-earned ice

a pure-hearted young man of seventeen or eighteen, with a blush on his pale face, he hung his head down,

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

big bite, feeling the cool sweetness of the ice cream between her teeth

almond eyes suddenly resembled a curved

her eat and felt sweeter than if he had

feeling extremely down just now, suddenly recalling the words she had once said

feeling down, have something sweet to eat, because

a small cake whenever she was feeling down. As long as she ate

two guys and a girl made numerous passersby stop in

but the domineering man in the black suit standing beside them appeared to

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

knew

to him was watching him

two eyes practically had "on guard" written all over

made Kelvin hinder him

fair chin, she looked at Omari with a serious expression. "Omari, aren't

"Not going."

a faint smile spreading across his

getting married and spend ordinary, happy