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.

and a faint

moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate

fell from beneath the mask, landing softly on the wooden floor, creating

silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting a dazzling light

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

a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly

pure white moonlight, as if

this was merely

could it be washed

that he would startle himself every time he

could confidently proclaim that he, step

the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the

afraid of

he endured every day. In that instant, his blood seemed

yet calm, as

match up to

didn't want to give up. Even if she was afraid of him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to

What should he do?

give up brought unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward

Kelvin was tormented, footsteps echoed from the stairs, making

sound of

were two people coming, one after the

secluded attic with no one around, the sound seemed especially

quickly putting on his mask and directing his

pressing

at the

that they might continue further, sweat

seductive and proud, exuding the aura of a mature

keep a close eye on

name lit up

his

clear view