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

seemed that she was the only one who

had the privilege of seeing Loremaster

been over twenty years

His father had taken him to the Presidential Palace

and receive his blessings during the inauguration ceremony. Only then can they

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

said, "Do you see those antlers? It's no ordinary snake; it's a semi-divine serpent. If I

wish was never

suffered from constant

couldn't find any explanation

again. He had never known the

one would only see the Loremaster during its "hibernation" state. The Loremaster, who had lived for over two hundred years, had a gentle temperament and never initiated attacks on

it suddenly target

had happened to you,

was

a moment, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under such a gaze. An intangible wave of suppression rushed towards her

Does he... like me?

herself in her heart, but she was afraid

felt a bit lost in

Okay, Benson, pay attention to your wound and don't let it get wet

To her surprise, Cheyenne had tied a butterfly-shaped knot on the back of his

amused and exasperated. If

he couldn't bring himself

personally

Tomorrow, I promised an old friend

A forest-themed wedding?