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

good. What did we

returned to his normal self and walked with a smile to the table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he had just brought

were hungry. I specially made this seafood congee and

could enjoy the food for free. The

this kind of buffet-style food lacked a

they were naturally far superior to Cheyenne's, not to mention even comparing to the professional chefs

entire bowl of seafood congee and chicken soup by

sat in a chair beside her, propping his cheek with one hand, and

time, Cheyenne. No one's here to

way, do you have any plans for

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

let out a

I

the former head of the family,

After the competition yesterday,

as she left Yvonne was even crying as she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must come to Wind Hall

you live? I can come pick

the insistent invitation, Cheyenne

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

had promised to go today, she would go

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

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

finished speaking, the phone placed on the bedside

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

time, at the entrance of the TOP

pink and one blue, were parked among several luxury

boots on her feet

fixed on the hotel entrance, waiting for

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