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 crescent moon

moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate and lonely appearance

the mask, landing softly on

night breeze brushed through his hair, causing two strands of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge,

had never felt cowardly in 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

he extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off the mask

face in the pure white moonlight, as

was merely

it

was already ruined, so hideous that he would startle

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

face just now, the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the tangled eyebrows, undoubtedly told

afraid

In that instant, his blood seemed to flow

as if she was looking

didn't match

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

What should he do?

reluctance, but

as Kelvin was tormented, footsteps echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter clatter"

the sound of

two

with no one

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

of the failing, pressing his

at the spot where he

the fear that they might continue further, sweat pouring down his forehead.

that was a familiar voice, a woman's voice, seductive and

keep a close eye on Cheyenne,

familiar name

turned his

a clear view