She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 611: A Slap in the Face

However, her face turned pale as she shook her head, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she bit her lip.

In extreme agony, she held her head in her hands, continuously patting it and exclaimed, "I can't remember! It hurts so much! Where did I put it... Where did I put it?"

Seeing her distress, Benson suddenly felt worthless.

With complicated emotions in his eyes, he took a step forward, grabbing Cheyenne's flailing hands, preventing her from further "self-harm."

In a clear and gentle voice, as soft as wind chimes by the seaside, he whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Cheyenne. I shouldn't have pressured you to remember. It's fine if you can't recall."

"I've already sent someone to investigate old Mr. Edwards' whereabouts. I believe we will have an answer soon, so don't worry."

Cheyenne obediently lowered her hand, nodding. "Mm-hmm."

"I'm sorry, Benson. I couldn't remember. He is my grandfather, and you had to help me search for him. Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Benson fondly bent down, playfully flicking her nose with his index finger. "Cheyenne, what are you saying? Between us... there's no need to say thank you. Old Mr. Edwards has also been kind to me; this is something I should do."

In reality, she didn't remember the past, and it was actually a relief for her.

Being able to live under the same roof, personally taking care of her, and seeing her every day was precious to him.

He was actually afraid that if Cheyenne regained her memories, she wouldn't be as calm around him anymore.

He prayed to have more time with Cheyenne.

Even if it was just one more day.

Kelvin was already dead, and she didn't need to cling to the past anymore.

Cheyenne looked thoughtfully at the familiar and elegant Benson in front of her, her hand hidden beneath her sleeve tightly gripping, causing her palm to sweat profusely.

swallowed down, and she casually raised her head, revealing a sweet smile

did we have for breakfast this

the table, placing the seafood congee and

were hungry. I specially made this seafood congee and chicken soup. Have

floor of this five-star hotel was the restaurant, and all guests staying here could enjoy the food

food lacked a properly balanced nutrition,

were naturally far superior to Cheyenne's, not to mention even comparing to the professional chefs

She finished the entire

a chair beside her, propping his cheek with one hand, and couldn't help

your time, Cheyenne. No one's here to compete

the way, do you have any plans

upon hearing Benson's question,

let out a

maybe... I should

family, but now he

After the competition yesterday,

she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must come to Wind Hall tomorrow,

live? I can come pick

the insistent invitation, Cheyenne

she suspected that Yvonne would drag her to

of integrity. Since she had promised to go today,

hadn't expected it to start raining as soon as she returned last

to see if Yvonne would come. If not, she

as she finished speaking, the phone placed on

and saw that the caller ID displayed "Jay". The person had arrived and was waiting for her

the entrance of the TOP Business

scooters, one pink and one blue, were parked among several luxury cars,

wearing yellow waterproof boots on her feet and a large red raincoat over her body, with a cute pink

the

by the raincoat. Only a curious,