She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 646: A Wedding Held in Forest

Cheyenne didn't notice his subtle change and continued searching for the first aid kit on her own. Finally, she found it in a bedside cabinet. "Found it!" she exclaimed.

As she turned back to the table, she happened to see Benson carefully examining the map in his hand, with a deep expression on his face.

"Benson."

Upon hearing her calling his name, Benson put down the map and looked up, feeling guilty as he spoke softly, "I'm sorry for looking at your things without your permission."

"It's okay. Benson, give me your hand, and I'll take care of your wound."

"Okay."

Cheyenne pulled over a rectangular small stool and sat across from him. She took hold of Benson's hand and couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in her heart as she looked at the densely packed wounds on his palm.

First, she cleaned the dirt and blood stains from the wounds with alcohol, examining them under the light. Indeed, many rose thorns had deeply embedded themselves into his dermis.

She could only use a pair of tweezers to carefully extract each thorn before applying antiseptic solution.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

During the process of removing the thorns, the tweezers inevitably exerted pressure on the injured muscles. As the saying goes, when one finger hurts, the whole body feels it. Even the composed and steady Benson couldn't help but inhale sharply, his face contorted in pain.

But when he heard Cheyenne's gentle concern, he felt that it was all worth it.

"It doesn't hurt. Thank you, Cheyenne. I wanted to ask, how did you get this map? Did you find it at the Presidential Library?"

Just then, Cheyenne's voice reached his ears, calmly recounting her experiences at the Presidential Library earlier that day. She briefly mentioned the incident where she mistook the Loremaster for a golden statue and almost got bitten.

Benson was surprised and immediately snapped out of his daze. "You mean the Loremaster almost attacked you?"

Loremaster too?" Cheyenne's expression turned slightly confused

that she was the

as clear and tender as ever. "Hmm, I had the privilege of seeing Loremaster once. It was the only

that had been over twenty

it was when he was five years old. His father had taken him to the Presidential Palace to attend the inauguration

the Loremaster's approval and receive his

on him was the majestic golden python, over three meters long, shimmering with

pointed at the antlers of the Loremaster and said, "Do you see those antlers? It's no ordinary snake; it's a semi-divine serpent.

father's wish was

He suffered from constant

couldn't find any explanation for his

"best masterpiece" again. He had never known the

takes office, one would only see the Loremaster during its "hibernation" state. The Loremaster,

would it

you're safe this time, Cheyenne. If anything had happened to you,

gaze was deep

gaze. An intangible wave of suppression rushed towards her like a

Does he... like me?

questioned herself in her heart, but she was afraid that she was being too self-absorbed and

bit lost

pay attention to your wound and don't let it get wet for the

down at his palm. To her surprise, Cheyenne had tied a butterfly-shaped knot on the back of his hand using

him feel both amused and exasperated. If anyone saw it, they

bring

personally bandaged

now. Tomorrow, I promised an old friend to attend their forest-themed wedding

A forest-themed wedding?