She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 583: The Child Isn't Benson's

The winter sunshine was bright, and outside the window, pure white snowflakes floated down from the azure sky.

Through the glass window, Cheyenne opened her bright, dark eyes, watching the snowflakes falling before her. She blinked without averting her gaze, observing them intently, and her hand instinctively reached out to catch them.

Without a doubt, her fingertips touched the chill of ice.

It was then that Cheyenne snapped back to reality, and a faint smile curled up on her rosy lips, mocking herself for being a little crazy.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped her shoulder.

She lowered her head and saw a pale blue plaid scarf draped over her shoulder.

Following that distinctively large hand, her gaze met a pair of warm and captivating light brown eyes, reflecting a hint of snow, resembling the clear and cold moonlight on a late autumn night.

"Benson."

"Yeah, how can you just wear a sweater in such cold weather? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Cheyenne adjusted the scarf on her shoulder with her hand and lightly smiled at him, her lips pursed. "It's okay, I'm not cold. By the way, Benson, are your eyes... really healed by me?" Why did she find it so incredible?

Her memory after she was eighteen was lost, but she vaguely remembered that he should have been blind.

She didn't know what was happening to herself. Her mind felt hazy, and countless fragments of memories intertwined chaotically.

Among these chaotic memories, Cheyenne felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, as if she had forgotten something very important.

But every time she tried to concentrate, a voice deep within her soul would tirelessly tell her, "Forget it, everything starts anew and it's just fine."

The return of light brought a slight cheerfulness to Benson compared to before. He gently touched his own eyes and parted his lips. "Cheyenne, you've slept for too long, so you've forgotten." "Is that so?" Cheyenne still had some self-doubt. She felt like she had slept for a century, a seemingly endless slumber.

she found herself in

for an exam and, she had also registered for

mastered the Thirteen Needles technique and had spared

how

her hand on it, she felt the faint heartbeat of a child through her abdomen... for

emotion was related to the child in her

a silver glow enveloped her entire being. This side of Cheyenne was something Benson had never seen before. His gaze fell upon her belly, and his deep-set

it vanished in

a father, so

Benson met Cheyenne's clear and radiant eyes, he hesitated. He parted his lips and uttered a resolute conclusion. "Cheyenne,

The child would be related to

that she had been poisoned before and had

forcefully

cause significant harm to her body. After careful consideration, the decision to terminate the pregnancy had been

smiled without saying

head and quietly looked at the snowy scene outside the window. This child was not

of joy in his eyes, only pain and hesitation... If he were truly the child's

for Benson were that of a sister's affection

was not someone who would engage in casual

her own feelings,

was the father

a sharp pain in her heart every time she thought about

embraced her

need to go to the hospital for a prenatal check-up,

"Mmm."

hospital was bustling

the seats in the corridors, anxiously waiting for the nurses to

that Cheyenne's complexion wasn't good, Benson gently touched her long hair