She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 687: Angel and Devil

Cheyenne's pupils contracted, staring motionlessly at the face beneath the man's mask, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth.

"Why...?"

The face before her was truly a coexistence of angel and devil. His left cheek was marked with pockmarks, crisscrossed with bulging veins that extended from the temple to the chin, resembling twisted branches spreading across half of his face, with a bluish tint, as ghastly as an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

As for the other half of his face, she didn't get a chance to see before the man promptly covered it with his hand. She faintly glimpsed a shaped nose bridge, leading down to his sexy lips, now tightly pursed into a straight line.

He hastily picked up the fallen white mask from the ground, without a moment to spare to say a word to Cheyenne, and dashed in a sorry state towards the main hall.

During his rushed departure, a small rubber band slipped from his hand.

Cheyenne stared at the tiny cherry-colored rubber band on the floor for a long time. Her almond-shaped eyes squinted as she crouched down to pick it up.

After careful examination, a wave of shock surged in her heart, as if a sudden storm had struck on a clear summer day, catching her off guard.

Wasn't this something Kate had given her?

Why would it be on this man?

Who is he, exactly?

Could he be the person from her dreams?

With these thoughts, as Cheyenne belatedly turned to look for the man's figure, he had already vanished into the crowded throng of people.

She scanned the room, only seeing a blend of vibrant dresses and men's suits in the ballroom.

The dance had begun.

It was time for her to return as well.

On the other side, Kelvin sprinted all the way to the end of the corridor on the second floor. Since there was no one there, the lights were not turned on either.

with an ancient style had wooden floors, and a

tall figure leaned against the wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate and lonely appearance like a ghost in

from beneath the mask, landing softly on the wooden floor, creating

strands of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting

these were things he had always disdained as someone born privileged and

he extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off the mask from his

ugly face in the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it

merely his

could it be

would startle himself every

Kelvin never needed to look in the mirror. He could confidently proclaim that he, step

astonishment in her eyes, along with the

was afraid of

day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and a chill ran down his spine. Cheyenne was

strange yet calm, as if she was looking at

didn't match up to her

to give up. Even if she was afraid of him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to her.

What should he do?

reluctance, but to move forward led to insecurity and

tormented, footsteps echoed from the

of wooden clogs on

two people coming, one after the

with no one around, the sound seemed especially

his focus, quickly putting on his mask and directing his gaze

over the side of the failing, pressing his

arrived at the spot where he was

might continue further, sweat pouring down

voice, seductive and proud, exuding the aura of a

in Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye on

familiar name lit up

his

clear view of the two