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?"

the Loremaster too?" Cheyenne's expression turned

the

smiled gently, his voice as clear and tender as ever. "Hmm, I had the privilege of seeing Loremaster once. It was the

had been

five years old. His father had taken him to the

office, they need the Loremaster's approval and receive his

python, over three meters long, shimmering with gold all over its

excitedly 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. If I could obtain its

wish

a strange condition. He suffered

any explanation for

"best masterpiece" again. He had never known

only see the Loremaster during its "hibernation" state. The Loremaster, who had lived for over two hundred years, had a gentle temperament

would it suddenly

happened to you, I would

was deep

An intangible wave of suppression rushed

Does he... like me?

she was

a bit

wound and don't let it

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

exasperated. If anyone saw it, they would

bring

personally bandaged his

Tomorrow, I promised an old friend to

A forest-themed wedding?