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.

up, she found

Onistead for an exam and, she had also registered for the

there, she had already mastered the Thirteen Needles technique and had spared no expense to obtain the Rejuvenated Herb, using it to heal

that Cheyenne couldn't understand no matter how

abdomen... for a moment, the two hearts

Cheyenne felt a tinge of sadness. She had an intuitive feeling that this inexplicable emotion was related to the child in her belly. "What about the child in my belly? Why do

that moment when she lowered her head with tenderness, 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 eyes narrowed, a fleeting hint of darkness passing through

it vanished in

was destined to be born without a father, so why should they bother

Cheyenne's clear and radiant eyes, he hesitated. He parted his lips

be related to Cheyenne... and

had been poisoned

forcefully

body. After careful consideration, the decision to terminate the pregnancy had

without saying

snowy

no trace of joy in his eyes, only pain and hesitation... If he were truly the child's father, why would he display such emotions?

were that of a sister's affection

firmly believed that she was not someone who would engage

was certain of her own feelings, she would never give herself to

was the father of

pain in

overthink things, Benson embraced her

about it. We still need to go to the hospital for a

"Mmm."

was bustling

it was unusually crowded. Couples filled the seats in the corridors, anxiously waiting for the nurses to call their names. The scent of disinfectant

Cheyenne's complexion wasn't good, Benson gently touched her long hair and softly instructed, "Cheyenne, wait for me