She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 440: Erica's Death Cheyenne raised her eyes and reluctantly glanced at him. “Fine, but make sure you take care of your stuff!” This time, Kelvin blushed, trying to stay calm as he watched her hand continue to move towards his waist and hips...

The towel was warm, and even through the thin layers of fabric, he could feel the softness of her hand.

The tall man's body trembled, veins popping on the back of his hand, as he struggled to restrain himself.

His lean face tightened, and his deep eyes gazed at her soft cheeks. Kelvin suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on her face.

Cheyenne's pupils trembled, and the towel in her hand fell onto his pants. Her face turned as red as a petal, and the blush spread to her fair neck.

The man's eyes darkened, and a dangerous aura flashed by.

"What does it mean when you steal a kiss from me?" She angrily sniffed, and her slender hand grabbed his collar, her expression fierce.

He casually brushed away her hand, chuckled lightly, and stared at her red lips intently. "Just consider it as you agreeing to my proposal earlier." "When did I agree?" "Your silence just now implies consent." "I don't agree!" Hearing her angry voice, Kelvin, despite being infuriatingly victorious, revealed a mischievous smile like a cunning old fox.

"My whole being belongs to you. You've already admitted it." Cheyenne blushed even more, gritted her teeth, and stomped her foot. "You're crazy! I think you should really see a psychiatrist." After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the door.

Before she could take a step, Kelvin grabbed her wrist, his xlips curling up, clearly in a good mood for successfully teasing her. "Where are you going?" "The restroom. Do you needto hold your hand, Mr. Foley?" Cheyenne shrugged off his hand and walked out with graceful steps. Her wavy hair swayed behind her, accentuating her slim waist.

He watched with great interest and quietly laughed.

He only casually teased her after seeing through her disguise.

As soon as she left, Kelvin stopped eating. He actually wasn't hungry and could wait until she cback.

His gaze swept across the private room and finally landed on Cheyenne's bag placed on the chair.

Its apricot-colored exterior had even started to fray... she was still carrying it. Kelvin took out his phone and captured the logo on the bag, thinking of downloading a shoppinglater.

He didn't usually need anything. His clothing, food, shelter, and transportation were all taken care of by professionals, and he didn't need to shop.

But seeing Cheyenne still carrying a bag that was so worn out, ripples formed in Kelvin's heart.

She clearly deserved better.

It had been two or three minutes, and Cheyenne still hadn't returned. Kelvin picked up the earrings she had left on the table out of boredom. These earrings... looked familiar! Suddenly, he remembered the photo that Cheyenne had deleted earlier.

Yes! They belonged to Abbie.

How did they end up in Cheyenne's hands? Kelvin couldn't help but wonder if Cheyenne envied others who wore beautiful earrings and wanted to buy a pair for herself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it might be the case. He took out his phone again, opened the memo app, and added the word "earrings" to his shopping list.

However, he quickly realized that if Cheyenne cback and saw that he had touched her things, she might get angry. Worried about this, he hurriedly put the earrings back in their original place. Just as he put it back, Cheyenne appeared at the door. Her face, covered in a cloud of blush, still had a touch of pink, and her eyes were heavy.

She cover and suddenly spoke with a serious expression, “I have to leave. Madam Erica... passed away." "What?!" Kelvin was also surprised. He had been to the Todd mansion and had seen Madam Erica. She was young and appeared to be in good health. How could she suddenly die? "It was suicide." Cheyenne explained softly.

Gordon had called her suddenly and told her that they had received news from the Todd family that Erica had taken sleeping pills and died.

Their original plan was cancelled.

After saying that, she quickly picked up her bag and turned to leave. "Mr. Foley, enjoy your meal. I have to leave. Thank you for lunch. Goodbye, and let's never meet again." She walked away decisively, and her determined departure made Kelvin so angry that he pounded the table with his fist, his eyes red.

The dishes and cutlery on the table clattered to the floor, causing a loud noise.

Cheyenne, do you really dislikeso much? The noise soon caught the attention of people outside. The restaurant manager thought it was a dissatisfied customer and hurried over to see.

The young lady in the private room had left, leaving only one person.

He quickly realized that it must be a couple arguing.

Such things were common in restaurants. Although it seemed romantic for two people to cand eat Western food, it was also possible for them to quarrel or break up during the process. He could only comfort Kelvin not to take it too seriously.

Kelvin did not respond to his words of experience. He forcefully cut off his babbling with an expressionless face.

"Can I have the bill?" "Ah? Of course." What a pity, dessert hadn't arrived yet.

As he signaled for the bill, the dishwasher outside, who was waiting, pushed a small cart in to clean the dishes.

She appeared to be in her fifties or sixties, with gray hair and a slightly overweight figure. But even if her face turned to ashes, Kelvin would still recognize her.

She was Rachel, the maid who had taken care of him during his m childhood and handed himan umbrella After the incident back then, he returned to the Foley Mansion with his grandfather, and she moved out half a year later. They had a phone call.

When he mentioned Rachel, his mother said that Rachel had sfamily issues and resigned. She gave her smoney and sent Rachel back to her hometown.

Kelvin was too young at the tand didn't remember where Rachel's hometown was, but he was certain it was not Akloit.

So why was she working as a dishwasher here? Looking at the pile of dishes, and considering her age, doing such hard work, it made his nose tingle.

Rachel didn't seem to recognize him yet; she diligently cleaned the tableware.

Perhaps due to her advanced age, her hands and feet were not very agile. Just as she lifted a plate of lobsters, her hands slipped.

"Crash."

The beautifully patterned porcelain plate shattered into several pieces, and the unfinished stir-fried lobster N fell all over the floor, with oil and water staining the white tiles.

The manager glared at Rachel angrily and scolded her loudly, "What the hell are you doing? Didn't you see there are still customers here? This plate costs more than 300 dollars. Are you going to compensate for it?" "You clumsy fool! If you can't do your job properly, then leave! And the cost of this dish will be deducted from your salary!" Upon hearing that her salary would be deducted, Rachel becanxious. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve, crying pitifully.

With a greasy hand, she grabbed the manager's sleeve, pleading with him not to deduct any more money. "Manager, please, can you stop deducting money from my salary? I only earn 4, 000 a month... I have a grandson and a paralyzed spouse at home..." "Get out of here!" Kelvin couldn't stand it anymore. He pushed the manager forcefully, and his narrow eyes turned icy cold.

"Is it worth it for just a plate?" The manager was frightened by Kelvin's sudden anger, and sweat poured down his forehead.