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.

the tip of her tongue were ultimately swallowed down, and she casually raised her head, revealing a sweet

did we have for breakfast this

table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he had

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

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

lacked a properly balanced nutrition,

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

great satisfaction. She finished the entire bowl of seafood congee and

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

one's here to

you

hearing Benson's question, she finally

out a satisfying

know, maybe... I should go to

was the former head of the family, but now he has gone missing,

After the competition yesterday,

tearfully followed Cheyenne as she left Yvonne was even crying as she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne,

you live? I

to resist the insistent invitation,

suspected that Yvonne would drag

considered herself a person of integrity. Since she had promised to go today, she would

it to start raining as soon as she returned last night, and it

come.

speaking, the phone placed

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

the same time, at the entrance of the TOP Business

blue, were parked among several luxury cars,

yellow waterproof boots on her feet and a

on the hotel entrance, waiting for Cheyenne's

scooter, was completely covered by the