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.

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

smells good. What did we have for breakfast this

and walked with a smile to the table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he had

were hungry. I specially made this seafood congee

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

buffet-style food lacked a

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

satisfaction. She finished the entire bowl

his cheek with one hand,

time, Cheyenne. No one's here to compete with

way, do you have

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

let out

I should go

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

After the competition yesterday,

as she left Yvonne was even crying as she held Cheyenne's hand, urging

I can

insistent invitation, Cheyenne reluctantly

would drag her to Wind Hall

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

as she returned last night, and it hasn't stopped

if Yvonne would come.

the phone placed on the bedside

person had

same time, at the entrance of the TOP

and one blue, were parked among several luxury cars,

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

on the

by the raincoat. Only a