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

that she was the only one who didn't

as clear and tender as ever. "Hmm, I had the privilege of

that had been over twenty years

he was five years old. His father had taken him to the

need the Loremaster's approval and receive his blessings during the inauguration ceremony. Only then can they

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

father 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

father's wish

suffered

couldn't find any

the "best masterpiece" again. He had never known

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

it suddenly target

time, Cheyenne. If anything had happened to

was

gaze. An intangible wave of suppression rushed towards her like a crumbling mountain and a tidal wave. Benson's gaze made her

Does he... like me?

her heart, but she was afraid that she was being too self-absorbed and overthinking

a bit lost in the

pay attention to your wound and don't

To her surprise, Cheyenne had tied a butterfly-shaped knot on the back of his hand using a piece of gauze, displaying

exasperated. If anyone saw it, they would

bring himself to undo

personally

I promised an old friend to

A forest-themed wedding?