She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 673: Cheyenne, Let Me Tell You a Story

Upon hearing the voice, Cheyenne immediately turned around to look.

She saw Benson gracefully stand up from the piano, his deep gaze fixed on her.

His eyes were filled with deep affection, resembling a deep blue sea at night, ready to engulf her.

Before, she only felt Benson's eyes were empty, although they were also filled with a watery shimmer, but she couldn't completely understand what he was thinking.

Now his eyes had regained their former brilliance, and when they looked at Cheyenne, she felt herself being deeply entranced.

He was still so gentle, gentle like flowers blooming in the spring breeze.

But Cheyenne couldn't believe it. The person she considered her dearest friend, Benson, turned out to be a bad person!

He helped those people deceive her into the dead forest by using her grandfather's safety as a bait. She didn't want to know what his intentions were.

Cheyenne's heart was filled with complexity, and whenever she looked at him again, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain.

"Why did you deceive me?"

After thinking for a long time, she finally asked.

Upon hearing the girl's cold voice, a relieved smile appeared on Benson's handsome and fair face. He sighed and said, "Cheyenne, do you know? I'm not afraid of you hating me, I'm only afraid of you ignoring me."

"Before you came, I had thought about it a lot. I thought you might never come back, and perhaps we would become strangers for the rest of our lives."

"Every time I thought about this, I hated myself. I'm sorry for deceiving you. In fact, I am a killer trained by the Lucas family."

you about Kelvin's news during your amnesia. It was because I was jealous that

that Benson had

and indifferent demeanor, he had a strong sense of jealousy. He envied Kelvin for being Cheyenne's

up his freedom and becoming a

the excuse

him, his presence seemed like a fleeting breeze, passing by faintly and weakly, leaving no

this coldness, within the fiery halo of her eyes, there was a deep disappointment, betraying her true emotions

and feeble wind; his presence was actually

could have a bright future. Why did

and still didn't know much

along

people with silver hair, and even

them being locked up like commodities, waiting for

are all devils, demons living among

spoke, her red lips parting,

family was like? But what difference did

her with his eyes, his lips forming a

time. Will you listen to a story from

brows, her bright eyes shining with an inquisitive

wanted to leave as soon as

just want to ease my own heart. Because no one has ever listened to me talk about these things. After listening, whether you want to leave

"Cheyenne, I'm begging you."

of about two seconds, Cheyenne gracefully walked over her slender legs taking elegant steps as she sat on the sofa. She didn't say a

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concerns for her, a happy smile appearing on his face

he stood in

"What

"Plain water."