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.

wooden floors, and a faint crescent moon hung

wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone

mask, landing softly on

silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting

any moment like he did just now. Insecurities, unwillingness, fear... these were things he had always disdained as someone born privileged and self-proclaimed strong. Never did he

a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off

as if hoping it could cleanse the insecurities

merely his

it

already ruined, so hideous that he would startle himself every

he, step by step, had created the myth of the Foley family based on his own

his face just now, the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the

was afraid

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

calm, as

face simply didn't match up to her breathtaking

he didn't want to give up. Even if she was afraid of him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to her. His gaze couldn't help but fixate on

What should he do?

reluctance, but to move forward led to

echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter clatter"

of

sound, there were two people coming, one after

no one around, the sound seemed

his focus, quickly putting on his mask and directing his gaze towards the pitch-black

be discovered, Kelvin quietly slipped over the side of the failing, pressing his body against the wall, and his feet esting on the water

two individuals arrived at the spot where he was just moments

with the fear that they might continue further, sweat

voice, seductive and proud, exuding the aura of

in Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye

familiar name

He turned his

view of