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.

waking up, she found herself in

accompanied him to Onistead for an exam and, she had also registered for

had spared

no matter how hard she

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

her shock, 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

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

vanished

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

he hesitated. He parted his lips

figured it out. The child would be related to Cheyenne... and for that reason,

she had been poisoned before and had

they forcefully terminated

it could cause significant harm to her body. After careful consideration,

smiled without saying a

at the snowy scene outside

only pain and hesitation... If he were truly the child's father, why would he display such

sister's affection for her

not someone

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

was the father of

a sharp pain in her heart every time she

would overthink things, Benson embraced her shoulders

to go to the hospital

"Mmm."

hospital was bustling with

the corridors, anxiously waiting for the nurses to call their names. The scent of disinfectant mixed with perfumes and the smell of cigarettes from

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