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?"

Benson, do you know the Loremaster too?" Cheyenne's expression

seemed that she was the only one

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

that had been over

vaguely remembered it was when he was five years old. His father had taken him to

Chulae's tradition, before each president takes office, they need the Loremaster's approval and receive his blessings during the inauguration ceremony. Only

golden python, over three meters long, shimmering with

no ordinary snake; it's a semi-divine serpent. If I could obtain its

wish

condition. He suffered from constant nightmares at night and

find any

masterpiece" again. He

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

would it suddenly target

goodness you're safe this time, Cheyenne. If anything had happened to you, I would have felt extremely

was deep

somewhat uncomfortable under such a gaze. An intangible wave of suppression

Does he... like me?

heart, but she was afraid that she was being

felt a bit lost in

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

a butterfly-shaped knot on the back of his hand using a piece of gauze, displaying

If anyone saw it, they would

bring himself to undo

personally bandaged

now. Tomorrow, I promised an old friend to attend

A forest-themed wedding?