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.

by step toward Cheyenne, revealing a silly smile that showcased his large,

a well-bred lawyer end up looking like a

asking him, "Why didn't you answer my

"Dead battery."

"Where are your glasses?"

stepped

"What about your coat?"

"Traded for ice cream."

suit

sure knows how to

of it, looking at his pitifully disheveled appearance, she couldn't bring herself

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

eighteen, with a blush on his pale face, he hung his head down, and his long, thick lashes cast

looked at the ice cream he handed to her, licked her

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

suddenly resembled a curved

sweeter than if he

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

to eat, because food can soothe the wounded

or a small cake whenever she was feeling down. As long as she ate enough, she wouldn't stay angry

lobby, the peculiar yet sweet sight of these two guys and a girl

seemed to be closer to the guy in the white shirt, but the domineering

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

knew that

him was

camera. Goodness those two eyes practically had "on guard"

hinder him from

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

"Not going."

a faint smile

abroad to avoid getting married and spend ordinary, happy days