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.

swallowed down, and

What did we

the table, placing the seafood congee

made this seafood congee and

enjoy the food for free. The variety was wide, and the taste was pretty good. However, Benson

that this kind of buffet-style food lacked a properly balanced

were naturally far superior to Cheyenne's,

satisfaction. She finished the entire bowl of seafood

propping his cheek with one

No one's here to compete

by the way, do you have

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

let out

I should

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

After the competition yesterday,

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

you live? I

to resist the insistent invitation, Cheyenne reluctantly

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

a person of integrity. Since she had promised to

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

come. If not, she could

phone

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

the same time, at the entrance of the TOP

blue, were parked among several luxury cars,

her feet and

gaze was fixed on the hotel entrance, waiting for

sitting behind on the electric scooter, was completely covered by the