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.

style had wooden floors, and a faint crescent moon hung on the eaves

the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate and lonely

tear fell from beneath the mask, landing softly

two strands of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting a dazzling

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

extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly

the pure white moonlight, as if hoping

this was merely his naive

could it

he would startle himself every time he looked

the mirror. He could confidently proclaim that he, step by step, had created the myth of the Foley

the shock and astonishment in her

afraid of

day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and a chill

strange yet calm, as if she was looking

face simply didn't match

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

What should he do?

but to move forward led to

footsteps echoed from the stairs, making

of wooden clogs

two people coming, one

with no one around, the sound

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

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

two individuals arrived at the spot

raced with the fear that they might continue further, sweat pouring down

voice, a woman's voice, seductive and proud, exuding

in Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye on

name

He turned his

clear view of the