She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 493: Do Not Marry Him Lewis, being clever, stood in place and tearfully glanced at his father before slipping out the door barefooted. Thalia had left, and no one was guarding the door.

"Someone, quick, chase after him!" Adrian raised his hand and hit Kai's neck, causing him to faint.

He went out of the room to find that boy. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared.

Lewis had escaped the villa. In the forest behind the hill, there was a broken fence where he had seen his eldest brother's military dog frequently go to play with the neighbor's dog. He cleverly ran towards that place and, being small and agile, squeezed through.

However, the unfamiliar environment outside made him start to feel afraid. Where was this? Three days later, Kelvin finally woke up. A glaring white light reflected into his eyes, and the azure sea outside the French window was as smooth as a mirror, with several white seabirds occasionally flying elegantly above. The bird calls were clear and melodious. The tall and lonely figure in black stood in front of the French window. Kelvin's lips lightly parted, and in a coarse and dry voice, sounded behind old Mr. Foley. "Grand... grandfather..." "Ah!" old Mr. Foley was startled, then immediately turned around, his expression both surprised and joyful as he looked Kelvin up and down. "Kelvin, you finally woke up. You really scared me.” He had been unconscious for three days and nights, and even the doctor couldn't explain what had happened. Logically, he should have woken up on the second day after the fever subsided. At this moment, every part of Kelvin's body ached badly, especially his head... it felt heavy and his stomach was hungry. He had a very long dream.

In the dream, he had returned to five years ago, when he first met Cheyenne. Unfortunately, the girl never pestered him again and ended up being with Omari... and finally, Cheyenne went to university and becan extraordinary doctor.

The last scene of the dream was the most terrifying. In a romantic church, under the witness of the priest, Cheyenne slowly walked towards the tall figure. The man naturally took her hand, and held out a dazzling diamond ring and, under Kelvin's gaze, the man put a ring on Cheyenne's finger. She smiled sweetly and then took another ring to put on the man's finger.

The priest, with a smile, looked at the couple before him, "Now, the bride will place the ring symbolizing a beautiful marriage onto the groom's finger." The man in the black suit reached out his hand. It was a hand with well-defined knuckles and muscles, suitable for playing any instrument in the world.

Cheyenne smiled sweetly, looking shy as she took the man's hand and prepared to put the ring on him. At this moment, Kelvin couldn't bear it and shouted, "Don't! Cheyenne, don't marry him." Startled by his sudden voice, the wedding guests, including the mysterious groom, turned to look at him. This time, Kelvin finally saw the groom's appearance clearly.

Sam! How could it be his friend Sam? Sam was still gentle and polite. He then unabashedly took Cheyenne's hand, placed it on his heart, and smiled affectionately. "Kelvin, I thought you wouldn't cto my and Cheyenne's wedding, I didn't expect you to be here." When did Cheyenne becso reliant on others? Her standing next to another man in a wedding dress was like a stab in Kelvin's eyes.

He urgently reached out to grab her, "Cheyenne, don't... you are my wife, why do you want to marry Sam?" In the dream, Cheyenne seemed to becunfamiliar and looked at him with confusion. "Honey, who is this?" Sam hugged her shoulders tenderly and explained in a gentle tone, "This is my good friend, Kelvin." "Hello, are you here for the wedding?" Cheyenne smiled at him, her gaze towards him as distant as if facing a stranger.

Kelvin was so infuriated.

At that moment, a little guy, not even as tall as his waist, tugged at his clothes. He looked down to see a face identical to his own, a boy wearing the black suit smiling up at him. "Uncle, do you know my mommy?" What was going on? Was this his son? Why did he look so much like him? The next moment, the little guy ran into Sam's arms, and Sam picked him up. Facing Kelvin, he explained, "Kelvin, don't you remember? Three years ago, you sold Cheyenne and your son tofor ten million." Kelvin was shocked, "Impossible!" How could he have sold Cheyenne to someone else? And that child was his, yet he was calling her friend "daddy".

The frightening dream woke him up, and Kelvin sat at the bedside, unable to recover for a while.

Old Mr. Foley looked at his dazed appearance, furrowed his brows, and then, without hesitation, slapped him on the head. "Wake up!" Wow, that was quite a strong slap.

Kelvin took a deep breath, and the pain and confusion in his eyes, m gradually faded His lips twitched, "Grandfather, am I really your biological grandson?" He had just recovered from a serious illness, and now he was being slapped, with such force.

Old Mr. Foley looked at him arrogantly, snorted, and said, "If you're not my biological grandson, why would I fly over from Akloit to see you? Do you think I cto see if you're handsome? I don't like men." "Look at you, Cheyenne woke up earlier than you even though she is just a fragile girl, you're really disgracing the Foley family." "Grandfather, that's because I was protecting her. Otherwise, she would have been more seriously injured now."

Old Mr. Foley mercilessly mocked, “As a man, you should protect women. Are m n. Are you trying to live off a woman and have her protect you? Did I teach you that." Kelvin was rendered speechless.