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.

words that were on the tip of her tongue were ultimately swallowed down, and she casually raised her head, revealing

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the table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he

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

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

lacked a properly balanced

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

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

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

one's here to compete with

do you have any plans for

mouth, but upon hearing Benson's

let out a

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

After the competition yesterday,

was even crying as she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must

do you live? I

insistent invitation, Cheyenne reluctantly

she suspected that Yvonne would drag her to Wind Hall right then

had promised to go today,

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

if Yvonne would come. If not, she

finished speaking, the phone

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

the same time, at the entrance

scooters, one pink and one blue, were parked among several

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

gaze was fixed on the

completely covered by the raincoat. Only a curious, round face peered