She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 733: She Doesn't Understand Cheyenne

Yvonne was still worried that Cheyenne might wake up today, so she always appeared at the door to make sure that there was someone by her side when she woke up.

Little did she know, as soon as she reached the doorway, she heard a series of moans and groans. Even at the age of over fifty, she couldn't help but blush.

Curiosity surged within her as she raised her head to check the room number on the door. It was indeed Cheyenne's room.

But Cheyenne wasn't supposed to have woken up yet, so who could be engaging in such intimate acts in her room?

Yvonne suddenly became angry and pushed open the door. Through a small gap, she took in the entire scene in the room.

She saw Cheyenne, who should have been in a coma, awake and pressed against a man. His hands firmly grasped her waist as he closed his eyes. Cheyenne earnestly bit the man's lips, kissing him with some clumsiness.

Kelvin was delighted by her naive display, as it proved that Cheyenne only had eyes for him.

"Cheyenne, cut it out. It's time for you to get up and eat something."

"No, my lips are broken, why aren't yours broken?" she muttered softly, unwilling to give up. Mimicking his earlier kiss, she bit his lip.

Kelvin could only smile wryly. He didn't mind kissing her like this for the rest of his life, but Cheyenne had just woken up, and the child in her belly was hungry...

To quickly end this prolonged kiss, he gently rolled her onto the bed, and as the world spun around her, he tucked her under the covers.

"Smack."

A comforting kiss landed on her delicate forehead, and Kelvin gazed at her affectionately, wanting nothing more than to hold her forever. "Cheyenne, cut it out. Yvonne and that four-eyed guy are waiting to hear the good news of your awakening."

"What four-eyed guy? That's Eddie."

After this play, Cheyenne was left panting for breath.

Hearing him use derogatory terms to refer to Eddie, she couldn't help but feel a headache about his pettiness, and earnestly corrected him. Childishly, Kelvin even stuck this label to Eddie in his mind, always on guard against him trying to please Cheyenne.

I understand, because she helped

feeling a bit

and snuggled into his arms like

"Mhmm."

I'll go downstairs and

to tuck Cheyenne back under the

don't want

she become so

his arms had changed. The former Cheyenne wouldn't even let him kiss her, let alone cuddle or kiss him as she

current demeanor, he couldn't help but feel it was

eat, but

"Okay."

her up and

and quietly

the one taking the initiative in matters of the heart. Oh well,

kitchen and see if there was any nutritious

Akloit.

through the French windows, filling the room with warmth and brightness. She was wearing a nightgown, with her long, fluffy hair cascading down her lovely, angelic face. She looked like

door, a maid in a black uniform carried a wooden tray with a delicious and

some time, but there

"Miss Zamora!"

breakfast. If

maid assumed that

she usually didn't wake up until after 10 AM.

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an eye on Miss Zamora and make sure she had breakfast. She could let her sleep in, but she had to make sure she

cleverly ripped off the curtains and tore them into strips of fabric. She tied one end to the bedpost inside the room

stood on a dressing table and struggled to