She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 422: Ten Dollars is All You Get Cheyenne took the roses with a sweet smile, thanking the man in a soft voice. Benson, in his stylish white coat, was still squatting down next to a small black dog with an adorable face, which kept barking excitedly.

The scene of a man, a woman, and a dog was so warm and harmonious, it could have been a scene straight out of a TV .

When Chance saw Kelvin, he swung his cheerful little tail and ran over, barking around him. The commotion caught the attention of the others in the room including Cheyenne, who turned to look in curiosity. Standing at the entrance to her office was a tall man, his black silhouette blocking most of the light. He was staring at Cheyenne with intense, angry eyes as if he had caught his wife cheating on him. It was absurd, as they were already divorced. What was wrong with talking to Benson, her good friend for years? Cheyenne gazed at the dog, who was persistently clinging to Kelvin's pants legs, acting like a loyal, subservient servant. It irritated her, and her delicate face went from rosy to pale.

The man, unusual for him, crouched down and picked up the small dog, caressing it with a touch of tenderness. How surprising, given that Kelvin was known for his serious case of germophobia, with a phobia of touching anything dirty or unsanitized.

Cheyenne asked him how he got here. Kelvin scrutinized the dog in his arms and frowned, thinking, 'Isn't this the dog I asked Chris to give Abbie? How could it be here at the hospital?' Without a second thought, Cheyenne strode forward, snatching the dog out of Kelvin's arms with a calm but resolute expression. “This is the dog I gave to Benson. How do you know it?" Chris hesitated before answering, “Miss Lawrence, this dog was originally meant for Miss Berry as a gift from Mr. Foley." The words stung her heart like a needle, causing her to feel nauseous.

There was a moment when she felt a strong urge to just throw the dog in her hands away. Just the thought that this dog was Kelvin's way of pleasing Abbie made her feel disgusted. But then, she reconsidered She despised Abbie herself, but Chance was innocent in all of this.

Benson, who observed Cheyenne's obvious stress, tenderly rubbed the puppy's head, and then suggested, “Mr. Foley, Cheyenne and I found this dog on the side of the road when he was almost at death's door, hungry and suffering multiple injuries. If not for Cheyenne's kindness in taking it home, the dog would have died long ago. How about this, you can nyour price, and if it's within our means, we can buy it from you, but we don't owe each other anything?" As Benson spoke, he retrieved a hundred dollar bill. However, Cheyenne stopped him immediately, her tone arrogant and domineering, “One hundred dollars is too much! I think ten dollars is enough. It's just a stray dog! If it wasn't for me, it would have died long ago!" She pulled out a ten-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to Kelvin.

Her dazzling eyes, shining like stars, were fixed on him with an indifferent and icy demeanor, just as he had once been towards her.

"Don't say you're at a loss here. Ten bucks is not a small amount, you know! From now on, this dog belongs to me." Kelvin knew she had misunderstood him again, and his mind went blank.

Mr. Foley, who could talk persuasively and dominate any negotiation, was now at a loss on how to prevent a woman from getting angry. Because, indeed, this dog could be considered his gift to Abbie.

But at that time, he just wanted to rid himself of Abbie's constant pestering, so he told Chris to find any dog as a companion for her.

Who would have thought Chris would find a dog that was seven or eight parts similar to the one Cheyenne had previously raised and give it to Abbie? And he never imagined that she would be so malicious as to tie the dog to the roadside and let it starve to death.

Now, Cheyenne had clearly transferred her resentment onto him. Kelvin tightly gripped the box in his pocket that held the diamond ring. He had considered taking it out several times but abandoned the idea in the end.

The woman in front of him glared at him angrily. Even if he were to take out the ring now, he feared Cheyenne would heartlessly throw it into the trash.

After several seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice, with conviction, "No need for money. Since you found it, it's yours." Cheyenne didn't feel happy about his concession. When she turned around to return the dog to Benson, Chance whimpered in distress.

He appeasingly stuck out his tender, pink tongue and licked Cheyenne's fingers, as if saying, "Don't be angry; you're my true owner." Benson also softly comforted Cheyenne, and only then did a gentle smile appear on her face as she lovingly stroked the dog's head. “I'm sorry, Chance. I mistakenly vented my frustration on you earlier.” The warm scene between the two made Kelvin's heart ache.

He recalled many moments of their life together, the way she loved wearing a red sundress during m Summerlouddling with the black dog En on a cool mat for their afternoon nap. Whenever he cback, Chance would bite on his slipper and greet him at the elevator door. Now, the scene had shifted to her being with Benson.

The stark contrast in their lives suddenly struck Kelvin, and he realized how much of their happy times he had missed. Never did he imagine that he at this point in his life, Would find himself in such a pitiful state. Kelvin couldn't help but tremble. Finally, summoning his courage, he took out the gift box. As he did, his heart pounded in his chest with fervor. Despite being nearly thirty years old, he felt like an inexperienced boy in love, completely unsure of what to do next. It was not hard to detect a rare touch of embarrassment in his ordinarily cold and aloof voice, and his speech sped up slightly. "Congratulations, Cheyenne, on becoming the director. I have something to attend to, so I'll be going now."

Swiftly, he placed the gift box on the e table, avoiding her gaze, fearing that Cheyenne would reject him, and turned to leave. By doing so, even if she were to casually toss away the ring, he wouldn't be able to witness it and feel too devastated.