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

good. What did we have for breakfast this

and walked with a smile to the table, placing the

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

staying here could enjoy the food

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

superior to Cheyenne's, not to mention even comparing to

ate with great satisfaction. She finished the entire bowl of seafood congee

his cheek with one hand,

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

the way, do you have any plans

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

out a satisfying

I should go to

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

After the competition yesterday,

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

I can come pick you

to resist the insistent invitation,

agree, she suspected that Yvonne would drag her to Wind Hall

person of integrity. Since she had promised to go

it to start raining as soon as she returned last night, and it hasn't stopped raining ever

see if Yvonne would come. If

as she finished speaking, the phone placed on the bedside table

it up and saw that the caller ID displayed "Jay". The person had

time, at the entrance of the TOP Business

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

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

the hotel entrance, waiting

behind on the electric scooter, was completely covered by the raincoat. Only a curious, round face peered out from under