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.

tip of her tongue were ultimately swallowed down, and she casually raised her

smells good. What did we have

with a smile to the table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he had just brought in front of

this seafood congee and

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

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

far superior to Cheyenne's, not to mention even

the entire bowl of seafood congee and chicken soup

in a chair beside her, propping his

Cheyenne. No one's here to compete

the way, do you have

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

out a satisfying

I should go to Wind

Edwards family's previous property. Cheyenne's grandfather was the former head of the family, but now he has gone missing, and she was forced to become the

After the competition yesterday,

as she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must come to Wind Hall tomorrow, let everyone know

you live? I can come pick

to resist the insistent invitation, Cheyenne

suspected that Yvonne would drag her to Wind Hall right then

of integrity. Since she had promised to go today, she would go

she hadn't expected it to start raining as soon as she returned last night, and it hasn't stopped

would come. If not, she could go

phone placed on the bedside table

caller ID displayed "Jay". The person had

the entrance of the

one blue, were parked among several luxury cars, standing

waterproof boots on her feet and

gaze was fixed on the

the raincoat. Only a curious, round face peered out from under