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.

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

tall figure leaned against the wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate

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

two strands of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting

things he had always disdained as someone born privileged and self-proclaimed strong. Never did he

long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off

exposed his entire ugly face in the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it could

was merely his naive

it be washed

hideous that he would startle himself every time

He could confidently proclaim that he, step by step, had

his face just now, the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the tangled eyebrows, undoubtedly told him-she was

was afraid

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

calm, as if she was looking at an

face simply didn't match up to her breathtaking

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

What should he do?

reluctance, but

echoed from the stairs, making

the sound of wooden clogs

two people coming, one after the

attic with no one around, the sound seemed

putting on his mask and directing his gaze towards

be discovered, Kelvin quietly slipped over the side of the failing, pressing his body against the wall, and his feet esting on the

at the spot

they might continue further, sweat pouring down his

that was a familiar voice, a woman's voice, seductive and proud, exuding the aura of a

This time, keep a close eye

familiar name lit up

He turned his head to

a clear view of the