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.

ultimately swallowed down, and she casually raised

did we

his normal self and walked with a smile to the table,

hungry. I specially made this seafood

enjoy the food for free. The variety was wide, and the taste was

of buffet-style food lacked a properly balanced nutrition, so he

superior to Cheyenne's,

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

his cheek with

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

way, do you have any

but upon hearing Benson's question, she

let out a

know, maybe... I should

head of the family, but now

After the competition yesterday,

hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must come to Wind Hall tomorrow, let

do you live? I

to resist the insistent invitation, Cheyenne reluctantly

didn't agree, she suspected that Yvonne would drag her to Wind Hall right then

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

as soon as she

see if Yvonne would come. If not, she could go

she finished speaking, the phone

displayed "Jay". The person had arrived and

time, at the entrance of

blue, were parked

wearing yellow waterproof boots on her feet and a large red raincoat

on the

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