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?"

you know the Loremaster too?" Cheyenne's expression turned slightly confused

that she was the only one who

the privilege of seeing Loremaster once. It was the only time the

that had been over

was five years old. His father had taken him

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

him was the majestic golden python, over three meters

no ordinary snake; it's

his father's wish

ill with a strange condition. He suffered from constant nightmares at night and debilitating

find any explanation

the "best masterpiece" again. He had never known

"hibernation" state. The Loremaster,

it

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

gaze was deep and

suppression rushed towards her like a crumbling mountain and a tidal wave. Benson's

Does he... like me?

but she was afraid that she was being too self-absorbed

felt a bit lost in the

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

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

both amused and exasperated. If

couldn't bring himself to undo

personally bandaged

promised an

A forest-themed wedding?