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

The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving

the mask, landing softly on the wooden floor, creating a

breeze brushed through his hair, causing two strands of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting a dazzling light under the

things he had always disdained as someone born privileged and self-proclaimed strong. Never did he expect that they would eventually become the lingering shadows that he couldn't

several minutes, he extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off

his entire ugly face in the pure white moonlight, as if

merely his naive

could it be washed

he would startle

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

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

afraid of

was more heart-wrenching than the burning torment he endured every day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and

gaze towards him was strange yet calm, as if she was

face simply didn't match up

of him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to her. His gaze couldn't

What should he do?

reluctance, but to move forward

echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter clatter"

sound of wooden clogs on the

there were two people coming, one after the

secluded attic with no one

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

failing, pressing his body against the wall, and his feet

arrived at the spot where he was just

heart raced with the fear that they might continue further, sweat pouring down his forehead. But then, their

voice, seductive and proud,

Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye on Cheyenne,

familiar name

He turned his

view of the