She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 341: Life-Saving Favor Kelvin took the milk and noticed Abbie standing in the corridor. She was wearing a white nightgown with her long hair flowing loosely. Tears stained her face as she walked over.

Her voice trembled as she questioned him, "Why?" Kelvin looked disdainfully at her. He furrowed his eyebrows in displeasure. "This is not something you should be asking. If you have nothing else, go to the company. Even if you're a shareholder, being late will result in the sdeduction as any other employee." He spoke without room for negotiation, cold and indifferent.

Abbie, hearing the implication that he wouldn't accompany her, wore a sarcastic smile on her delicate face. "You clearly know that's not what I'm asking, Kelvin. You... you and her, last night..." Did they really sleep together? Even though Abbie saw Cheyenne sleeping in Kelvin's bed, she clung to a thread of hope. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. Maybe Cheyenne shamelessly climbed into Kelvin's bed in the middle of the night.

As Abbie voiced her doubts, Cheyenne suddenly poked her head out from under the blanket.

Her black high-waisted short-sleeved T-shirt had slid down, revealing half of her dazzlingly fair skin.

Cheyenne had just woken up, and her hair was a bit messy. Her seaweed-like long hair was scattered behind her, slightly disorderly yet exuding a messy and lazy charm.

Her consciousness gradually awakened as she fixed her gaze on the two people at the door.

Kelvin was saying something to Abbie, and the latter looked at him tearfully.

Cheyenne couldn't see his expression as he had his back turned, but she could imagine that he must be feeling sorry for Abbie's tears. After all, they were childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

Cheyenne sneered, pretending not to see the two, and pulled back the covers. Barefoot, she stepped onto the gray carpet and headed towards the bathroom, asking casually, "Do you have a disposable toothbrush and towel?" Hearing her voice, Kelvin subconsciously turned to look at her. He happened to see her stepping barefoot on the floor, and he coldly reminded her, "Put on your slippers. The floor is cold." "None of your business; answer my previous question first." She rolled her eyes, not even looking at Abbie. This indifferent attitude infuriated Abbie.

Kelvin did answer Cheyenne's question, "On the shelf, the pink one, brand new." Last night, when he went down to get the medicine box, he had Joe prepare Cheyenne's daily toiletries. The meticulousness surprised even Joe. Such trivial matters would have been taken care of by the maid and Kelvin didn't need to go out of his way.

Cheyenne nonchalantly said, "Oh," and walked into the bathroom barefoot. The corner of her eye glanced at Abbie, and seeing her pale face, she felt relieved, quietly lifting her red lips.

Abbie's mind went blank for a moment at that smile.

Sarcasm, disdain, schadenfreude...

That woman did it on purpose! She was retaliating for Abbie taking Kelvin away on her wedding night, hence her effort to attract him. Cheyenne didn't genuinely love Kelvin. That must be it! At the doorway, the two stood in silence for several seconds. Kelvin, growing impatient, reached out to close the door.

"It hurts... Kelvin, help me, my chest..." She suddenly fell ill.

A pained expression appeared on her face. Her hand covered her heart, and she leaned towards Kelvin's chest.

He instinctively reached out to support her shoulder. Abbie half-lay in his warm and broad embrace, a hint of happiness in her eyes.

She knew Kelvin cared about her.

As long as she kept "sick," he wouldn't ignore her.

A crisp, cold voice cfrom the bathroom entrance. Cheyenne, with wet hair wrapped in a white towel, opened the door and looked over.

A fleeting surprise crossed her face, followed by a charming smile, "Mr. Foley... um, sorry, continue. I've found the hairdryer." Bang.

The bathroom door closed again, followed by the noise of a hairdryer.

Kelvin's heart tightened suddenly. Panic filled his eyes. He opened his mouth, about to explain to Cheyenne. However, her meaningful smile made his voice stick in his throat.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be! "Kelvin, my medication is in the room. Can you helpget it?" Abbie pleaded softly.

At the moment of his dilemma, a maid happened to pass by. Kelvin immediately asked the maid to assist Abbie to the room to rest and take her medicine.

The woman looked at his handsand indifferent face in disbelief. In the past, he would have surely carried her to get the medicine. But now, he was unwilling even to lend her a hand? All because of that woman!

Her eyes turned crimson. Angry and desperate, she stared at Kelvin and spoke coldly, "Kelvin. don't forget, I contracted this illness saving you... You owemore than a decade of youth, you owea lifetime!" Cheyenne, who happened to overhear, leaned against the bathroom door, hands crossed over her chest, looking curious.

Kelvin tightly pursed his crimson lips, veins bulging on his broad forehead. He responded coldly, "Hremember! Back then, was kidnapped at sea, you savedand contracted this illness. I owe you my life. But Abbie, you took the life of my child. You oweand Cheyenne a life!" As he spoke, an immense aura of hostility surrounded him. His gaze turned icy. "After I repay the life I owe you, you must also repay the life of our child." Abbie, forgetting her act, felt a chill creeping up her spine. She had never imagined Kelvin would one day show murderous intent towards her.

His voice was resolute, and Cheyenne, at the bathroom door, heard every word clearly.

At sea? Kidnapped? Wait a minute! How did this match a scene from her memory? Cheyenne looked suspiciously at Abbie, then suddenly walked over, stopping about a meter away. She stared at Abbie for a long time, finally finding a familiar shadow and chuckled.

"So that's how it is!"