She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 391: The Rose He Stole Cheyenne was certain that he wasn't Aidan because Aidan always smelled like cologne... while Vincent had a subtle scent of sandalwood. This kind of fragrance was reserved for mature men who were calm and composed in any situation.

Vincent gave off a clean and obedient vibe... it was hard to imagine him associating with those human demons. Vincent realized he had been impolite and smiled apologetically.

"Miss Lawrence, I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were busy! I wanted to talk to Kelvin about scompany matters. I just started recently and there are things I don't quite understand, so I wanted to borrow sfiles." Cheyenne knew he was lying, but she couldn't expose his falsehood directly. She gritted her teeth and faked a light laugh.

"Kelvin is exhausted and asleep. Master Vincent, you can cagain when he wakes up.” Saying that, Cheyenne elegantly yawned, portraying an impatient look of "I'm tired, why aren't you leaving?" She was beautiful and restless, tugging at heartstrings.

Vincent looked at her and turned away like a gentleman, his voice still gentle, “Alright, thank you, Miss Lawrence." Lastly, he considerately reminded them that dinner was being served and they should remember to cand eat together.

Cheyenne watched his elegant departure, her smile gradually fading into a serious contemplation. She forcefully closed the door and returned to her room.

She was exhausted too. After coming out of TWILIGHT, she had just stuffed a piece of bread before focusing her energy on treating Kelvin's wounds. During the confrontation with Vincent earlier, she was truly on the verge of losing her balance.

As soon as her head touched the pillow, Cheyenne fell into a deep sleep, worn out and tired.

As for Kelvin, she fed him two glucose tablets, making sure he wouldn't die for the tbeing. After getting through the night, he would likely wake up tomorrow.

At seven o'clock in the evening, old Mr. Foley noticed that the two hadn't cdownstairs and his smile beceven more profound. He quickly ordered a pot of chicken soup to be prepared. Upon hearing this, the people at the table felt awkward, especially Emelia, the only girl. She lowered her head and silently cursed in her mind, "Shameless." Vincent looked at the tightly closed door several times, but his mind was elsewhere as he mechanically ate his food...

The outside of the window was shrouded in a deep dusk, scattered with countless stars that dotted the dark blue backdrop. The starlight was dimmed by the city lights, faintly hidden amongst the clouds.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, and when Kelvin woke up, his eyes immediately caught sight of the half-open window and the moon shining through. His gaze shifted upward, and there was another moon hanging in the sky. The silver moonlight illuminated a petite figure curled up on the sofa, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, reaching the floor. Her fair face was purer and more captivating than the moonlight itself. Her long and dense eyelashes cast tired shadows on her eyes, while her cherry-red lips were slightly parted.

He stared at her under the moonlight for a long time, her beauty resembling an ethereal elf from the forest, making people not dare to approach.

Suddenly, she turned over and continued to sleep, facing the window.

Kelvin watched as she hugged her shoulders, realizing she was only wearing a thin dress and hadn't even closed the window. The wind blew in through the cracks, which was quite strange if she didn't feel cold.

He lowered his head and noticed the thick gauze wrapped around his own shoulder, an intravenous tube inserted in his arm, and the hanging IV drip. There was no need to guess that she was the one who did this. Kelvin rarely revealed a smile of infatuation.

Suddenly, he removed the IV tube from his hand, pushed aside the blanket, and got out of bed with bare feet. He knelt beside the sofa and watched her serene sleeping face.

When his gaze fell upon her bloodied feet, Kelvin felt an indescribable heartache.

She was such a fool.

She was even tending to his wounds before taking care of her own. He glanced around and saw the medicine box still placed in the corner by the bed. Kelvin endured the pain in his shoulder and stood up, bringing the medicine box over.

As his large hands held her delicate feet, the touch felt as cold as ice, as if there were several long scratches etched on the tip of his heart.

Kelvin carefully sterilized the wound with the hydrogen peroxide in front of him. The application of this antiseptic solution would cause a slight stinging sensation. As he gently wiped it on, he kept his eyes fixed on her face.

Noticing Cheyenne's discomfort, her brows furrowing, the man lowered his head, gently blowing on her wound. Finally, the wound was covered with a band-aid, marking the completion of the task. Kelvin gently lifted her, placing her on the side where he had been lying before.

The warm blanket made her emit a comfortable whimper. She lightly smacked her red lips and clasped her hands on either side of her cheeks, continuing to sleep in an adorable manner.

Kelvin found her childlike sleeping pose amusing, and a silent smile curved his lips. The bed sank slightly, and his tall and sturdy figure lay down beside her.

Due to his injured back, he lay face down and turned his neck to look at the back of Cheyenne's head, where a piece of fair skin peeped out from under her chestnut hair.

It stirred a slight movement in his heart, and his large hand lifted to embrace her slim waist. Just a few centimeters away from embracing her, Cheyenne suddenly flipped over and turned back, her delicate and exquisite face almost close enough to touch.

Her cracked lips resembled an unblemished rose, exuding a sense of profound beauty in its imperfection.

Kelvin suddenly felt the urge to let this flower bloom again with vibrance.

So, he lowered his head and gently grazed this delicate rose petal with his teeth.

In her dreams, Cheyenne, feeling a sense of breathlessness, thought it was a fly and waved her hand to fend it off.

The next moment, another large hand grasped her soft wrist, pressing it against his chest. Kelvin seemed to be silently immersed in this pleasure, like a thief who had stolen a flower. Approaching thirty years of age, he tasted the bittersweet flavor of a hidden love for the first time.

It was very sweet.

After a kiss, he contentedly watched the vibrant and beautiful flower that he had moistened. Now it was blooming as it should. Unfortunately, the rose was stolen by him.

He could only possess it briefly during the midnight hours.

When dawn arrived, he would have to return her.

Thinking of this, Kelvin finally hesitated no longer, and his large hand firmly held her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Gently pulling the blanket over her, tucking it neatly, he satisfiedly cuddled her and drifted off to sleep together.

The next day, at the break of dawn, Kelvin was awakened by a growling m hunger. Amidst the affectionatel morning with bread and kisses, he opted for the former. Only with a healthy body could he withstand the thorns of this rose.

hism Little did he expect to encounter Vincent just as he descended the stairs, who had just finished morning exercise. Vincent was dressed in black sportswear, his limbs looking slender and lean. He had a white towel draped around his neck and was walking in Kelvin's direction.