She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 623: We Will Never Be Happy

Selah!

That was her mother's name.

Why would this fat lady know? And just now, as she looked at herself, there was a hint of fear in her guilty eyes. This state was definitely off.

A quick thought flashed in Cheyenne's eyes. It made her even more curious about her mother, Selah. What kind of person was she really? Was she just a fool with good looks? And why did she end up marrying George, an ordinary yet confident jerk?

The mention of Selah also triggered a momentary tremble in Abel, who had been sitting upright all along. His hand, resting on his knee, trembled lightly, and his eyes showed a hint of turmoil, looking at Cheyenne with a tenderness as if he were gazing at his own child.

All of Abel's reactions were reflected in Bianca's eyes, igniting jealousy in her heart. She clenched her fists, allowing her nails to dig into the palms of her hands, feeling the pain but paying no attention to it. If her feelings towards Yvonne were just apprehension and suspicion, then the mention of Selah made her hate to the core, something she could never forget.

She had been married to Abel for over twenty years. In these long twenty years, her meticulous care had not melted his heart. Ironically, though he had adored Selah for so many years, Selah fell in love with his good buddy and had eloped. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had the chance to become the First Lady. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

What was this strange look in his eyes? It gave Cheyenne a shiver, wondering if this old man had taken a fancy to her. Even though he was handsome and the president, he was already over fifty years old. Cheyenne used her hand to cover half of her face, slightly leaning away, and softly comforted, "We will never be happy."

of this great nation. He had traveled a lot and seen many people; how could he possibly take a fancy to

then couldn't help but burst into laughter, playing a

thirty years older than you. Good child, you can call

was no less than a bolt from the blue, striking the hearts of the audience. Each of them was so shocked that their mouths couldn't close,

he carefully pinched a nerve. He had pulled the wrong hair. He had pulled out nose hair. The

he couldn't help it. A mouthful of spit and pastry crumbs

a sudden warm sensation on her back. Instinctively, she reached behind and felt a sticky, greasy residue on her fingertips. When she looked

immediately stood up from her seat

and sought refuge in Cheyenne's arms, trembling as he said, "Master,

lady is so scary, I'm scared."

extended a hand, ready to scold Jay, but her husband stopped her. "Alright, let's not make a big deal out of it. Besides, this child

have parents to raise him, should be

undoubtedly too harsh for a child. Cheyenne saw the tears in Jay's eyes, his young face

an adult, especially one sinking in the quicksand of life, humiliating

a warmth he had never experienced before. However... it wasn't worth the Wind Hall's leader quarreling with

I don't want you