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.

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

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

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

causing two strands of silver-white hair to

Insecurities, unwillingness, fear... these were things he had always disdained as

minutes, he extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles

white moonlight, as if hoping it could cleanse the insecurities and ugliness within

merely

could it

that he would startle himself every time he

in the mirror. He could confidently proclaim that he, step by step, had created the myth of the Foley family based on

astonishment in her

was afraid

torment he endured every day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and a chill ran down

calm, as if she was

face simply didn't 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 her. His gaze couldn't help but fixate

What should he do?

up brought unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward led to

as Kelvin was tormented, footsteps echoed from

the sound of wooden

sound, there were two people

secluded attic with no one around, the sound seemed

on his mask and

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

individuals arrived at the spot where he was

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

seductive

a close eye on Cheyenne, we

name

turned his head

clear view of the two