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.

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

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

tear fell from beneath the mask, landing

night breeze brushed through his hair, causing two strands of 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 expect that they would eventually become the lingering

slender hand with distinctive knuckles and

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

was merely

it be

that he would startle himself every time he looked in the

could confidently proclaim that he, step by step, had created the myth of the Foley family based

astonishment in

was afraid

every day. In that instant, his blood

yet calm, as if

simply didn't match up to her

him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to her. His gaze couldn't help but fixate on

What should he do?

unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward led to insecurity

tormented, footsteps echoed from the stairs, making

the sound of wooden clogs on

the sound, there were two

secluded attic with no one around, the sound seemed

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

failing, pressing his body against the

at the spot where

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

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

arrived in Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye on Cheyenne, we

familiar name lit

turned his head

a clear view of the