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.

her tongue were ultimately swallowed down, and she casually raised her head, revealing a sweet smile to

good. What did we have for breakfast

his normal self and walked with a smile to the table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he had just brought in

hungry. I specially made this seafood congee and chicken

the restaurant, and all guests staying here could enjoy the food for

lacked a properly balanced

his cooking skills, they were naturally far superior to Cheyenne's, not

satisfaction. She finished the entire bowl of seafood congee and chicken soup

a chair beside her, propping his cheek with

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

you have any plans for

Benson's question, she finally dared to

out

maybe... I should go to Wind

property. Cheyenne's grandfather was the former head of the family, but now he has gone missing, and

After the competition yesterday,

Cheyenne as she left Yvonne was even crying as she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must come to Wind Hall tomorrow, let everyone know

do you live? I

resist the insistent invitation, Cheyenne

she didn't agree, she suspected that Yvonne would drag

had

soon as she returned last night, and

would come. If not, she

speaking, the phone placed on the bedside table

caller ID displayed "Jay". The person had

the entrance of the

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

feet and a large red raincoat over her

was fixed on the hotel entrance, waiting for Cheyenne's

electric scooter, was completely covered by the raincoat. Only a curious, round face peered