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.

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

wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on

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

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

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 shadows that he

with distinctive

the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it could

was merely

could it

would startle himself every time he looked in the

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

face just now, the shock and astonishment in

was afraid of

every day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and a chill ran down his spine. Cheyenne was afraid

strange yet calm, as if she

simply didn't match up to her breathtaking

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

What should he do?

up brought unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward

footsteps echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter

of wooden clogs on

there were two people coming,

with no one around, the

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

pressing his body against the wall, and his feet esting on the water pipe,

individuals arrived at the spot where he was just

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

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

Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye

familiar name lit

his

view