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

crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate and lonely appearance like a ghost

mask, landing softly on the wooden floor,

his hair, causing two strands of silver-white

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

distinctive knuckles and slowly took off the

moonlight, as if hoping it could cleanse the insecurities

was merely

it be

would startle himself every

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

saw his face just now, the shock and astonishment in her eyes,

afraid of

more heart-wrenching than the burning torment he endured every day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow

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

match up to her

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

What should he do?

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

echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter clatter"

the sound of wooden clogs on the

the sound, there were two people coming,

with no one around, the

he regained his focus, quickly putting on his mask and directing his

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

the spot where he was just

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

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

in Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye on

name

his

a clear view