She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 699: Charlotte Miller

Kelvin couldn't bear to see Cheyenne right in front of him, yet he could only interact with her as a stranger. They used to have the closest relationship in the world. He should be able to embrace her freely, kiss her red lips, and boldly declare to those who coveted her, "This is my woman."

But he couldn't do it.

He had considered distancing himself from her, just to see her happy from afar. Because he felt unworthy of the beautiful Cheyenne, she deserved a better man than him.

However, the more he tried to persuade himself to forget, the clearer her image became in his heart. He simply couldn't stop his mind from thinking about her, and he had an instinctual desire to be closer to her, to possess her beauty.

Especially when he saw Master Elias looking at Cheyenne with a possessive gaze, his inner anger was like molten lava, ready to erupt. If it weren't for the fact that they were at the Miller residence, he would have exploded long ago.

During the dancing segment just now, when Cheyenne accidentally stepped on Master Elias's foot and smiled sweetly at him, Kelvin's entire soul felt as if it had been stabbed with a sharp knife. He couldn't bear to see that radiant smile, which belonged to him, being seen by anyone else.

As for Cheyenne, the unexpected change of dance partner brought a sense of relief. She was increasingly annoyed by Master Elias's intentions. When she lifted her head and met his eyes, he looked like a hunter lurking in the dark night, and she was the innocent prey.

She was not a naive girl that would allow him to take advantage of her without consequences.

Cheyenne gave Kelvin a hard stomp and furrowed her brows, asking coldly, "What do you think you're doing?"

Kelvin, enduring the pain in his heart, softened his voice as she continued to speak in a tone that showed she still didn't remember him.

"I would like to invite you to dance. Is that okay?"

Cheyenne, feeling a bit tired after dancing earlier, refused without hesitation.

"No, I'm tired. I don't want to dance anymore. If you want, you can go find your Charlotte."

she didn't notice the alluring Charlotte who was fawning

Kelvin's face showed a mocking and

happily,

cares about me. Does

than three seconds before he saw Cheyenne turning away from him. Subconsciously, he reached out

head and glared at him coldly. Her voice was indifferent, "Sir, we're not acquainted. I don't want to

clenched. He wanted to tell Cheyenne, "I'm not a stranger. Even if you consider me your enemy, I don't want to be a

say. As she walked away, she almost

firmly held her in

the two, one tall and one short, one black and one red, harmonious and perfect, was like a match made in

Charlotte clearly understood what

a sweet voice, "So, Mr. Walker, you prefer Miss Lawrence. I don't look as beautiful as she does, nor

Miss Lawrence, can you accept

roll her eyes. She really wanted to retort, "What does it have to do with you? The child is mine, and it has nothing to do with anyone else, regardless of who

Upon hearing Cheyenne's response,

red lips in

meant I didn't say that it's not good for you to be a second-time bride

second-time bride."

goes for

were a second-time, third-time, or

are plenty of men

had no

provoking Cheyenne, he grabbed her hand and publicly declared, "I like Miss Lawrence, and I also like the

it was his child. How