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.

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

we have for breakfast this

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

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

the restaurant, and all guests staying here could enjoy the food for free. The variety was wide, and the taste

kind of buffet-style food lacked a properly balanced nutrition, so he decided to personally take

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

She finished the entire bowl of seafood congee and

propping his cheek with

Cheyenne. No one's here to compete

by the way, do you

hearing Benson's question, she finally dared to lift her head from the

out a satisfying

I should go to

of the family, but now he has gone missing, and she was forced to become the

After the competition yesterday,

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

I can

resist the insistent

suspected that Yvonne would drag her to Wind

integrity. Since she had promised to go today,

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

Yvonne would come. If not, she

finished speaking, the phone placed on the bedside

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

time, at the entrance of the

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

boots on her feet and a large red raincoat over her body, with

on the hotel entrance, waiting

the raincoat.