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 of

wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate and

single tear fell from beneath the mask, landing softly on the wooden

brushed through his hair, causing two strands of silver-white

as someone

he extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and

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

was merely his

it be

hideous that he would startle himself every time

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

the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the

was afraid of

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

gaze towards him was strange yet calm, as if

simply didn't match up to her

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?

but to move forward led to insecurity

Kelvin was tormented, footsteps echoed from

the sound of wooden

were two people coming, one after

attic with no one

on his mask and directing his

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

individuals arrived at the spot where he was just

further,

woman's voice, seductive and proud, exuding the aura of a

close eye on Cheyenne, we can't let her escape

familiar name

turned his

clear view