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.

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

good. What did we have

to the table, placing the

hungry. I specially made this

the restaurant, and all guests staying here could enjoy the food for free. The variety was wide, and the taste was pretty good. However, Benson was still

of buffet-style food lacked a

they were naturally far superior to Cheyenne's, not to

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

propping his cheek with

Cheyenne. No one's here to compete

way, do you have

still had food in her mouth, but upon hearing Benson's question, she finally dared to lift her head

out a satisfying

maybe... I should go to

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

After the competition yesterday,

she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne,

do you live? I can come pick

the insistent invitation,

Yvonne would drag her to Wind Hall

she had promised

it to start raining as soon as she returned last

if Yvonne would come. If not, she could go

as she finished speaking, the phone placed on the

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

same time, at the entrance

one blue,

her feet and

was fixed on the hotel entrance, waiting for

completely covered by the