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.

of her tongue were ultimately swallowed down, and she

good. What did we

the table, placing the seafood congee

specially made this

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

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

naturally far superior to Cheyenne's, not to

entire bowl of seafood congee and chicken

propping his cheek with one hand, and couldn't

No one's

way, do you have

mouth, but upon hearing Benson's question, she finally dared to lift

let out a satisfying

know, maybe... I

former head of the family, but

After the competition yesterday,

hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must come to Wind

you live? I

the insistent invitation, Cheyenne

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

a person of integrity. Since she had promised to

as soon as

if Yvonne would come. If not,

the phone placed on the bedside table

ID displayed "Jay". The person had arrived and was waiting for her at the hotel's entrance

time, at the entrance of

scooters, one pink and one blue, were parked

her feet and a large red raincoat over her body, with a cute pink

fixed on the

completely covered by the raincoat. Only a curious, round