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

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 in front

knew you were hungry. I specially made this seafood congee and chicken

hotel was the restaurant, and all guests staying here could enjoy the food for

a properly balanced nutrition, so he decided to personally

naturally far superior to Cheyenne's,

finished the entire bowl of seafood congee

chair beside her, propping his cheek with

time, Cheyenne. No one's here to compete

do you have

upon hearing Benson's question, she finally dared to

let out a satisfying

I should go to

former head of the family, but now he has

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 tomorrow, let everyone

do you live? I

the insistent invitation,

would drag her to Wind Hall right then

had promised to go today, she

to start raining as soon as she returned last

Yvonne would come. If not, she could go another

speaking, the phone placed on the bedside table

caller ID displayed "Jay". The person had arrived and was

time, at the entrance of the

one blue, were parked among several luxury

on her feet and a

gaze was fixed on the hotel entrance, waiting for

completely covered by the raincoat. Only a curious, round