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.

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

tall figure leaned against the wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his

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

of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting

as someone born privileged and self-proclaimed strong. Never did he expect

distinctive knuckles and slowly took off the mask from his

ugly face in the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it could cleanse the insecurities and

was merely

could it be

ruined, so hideous that he would startle himself every time he looked in

to look in the mirror. He could confidently proclaim that he, step by step,

face just now, the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the tangled eyebrows, undoubtedly

was afraid of

his blood seemed to

gaze towards him was strange yet calm, as if she was

simply didn't match up to her breathtaking

he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer

What should he do?

unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward

from the stairs, making a

of wooden clogs on

sound, there were two people coming, one

attic with no one around, the sound seemed

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

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

two individuals arrived at the spot

further, sweat

voice, seductive and proud, exuding the

keep a close eye

familiar name lit

He turned his head to try

view of