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 the eaves of

shone on

landing softly

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

things he had always disdained as someone

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

exposed his entire ugly face in the pure white moonlight, as

was merely his

it

already ruined, so hideous that he would startle

he, step by step, had created the myth of the Foley family based on his own

shock and astonishment in her eyes,

was afraid

blood seemed to flow backward

was strange yet calm, as if she was looking at an

didn't match up to

give up. Even if she was afraid of him, he couldn't

What should he do?

but to move forward led to insecurity and

echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter clatter"

of wooden clogs on

were two people

secluded attic with no one around, the

regained his focus, quickly putting on his

be discovered, Kelvin quietly slipped over the side of the failing, pressing his body against

at the spot where

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

voice, seductive and proud, exuding

a close eye on Cheyenne, we can't let

familiar name lit up

turned his head

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