She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 352: Treat You to Candied Hawthorns The little girl, who had just been scolded by her older brother, seemed a bit frightened, but she timidly glanced at Cheyenne and softly retorted, 'But I think this sister looks like a good person.' The little boy deliberately scrutinized Cheyenne from top to bottom and hesitated, 'Um... Daddy said, the prettier a woman is, the more deceitful she is.' 'But our mommy is very pretty!' 'Daddy said, Mommy deceived him too. They agreed not to be angry, but she still sent him to sleep in the cold study last night.' Cheyenne, standing on the side, had a smile on her face, using one hand to cover her laughter. Who were these mischievous siblings? She really wanted to spend stwith them for fun. 'Alright, you two little ones. To prove that I am a good person, I'll treat you to scandied hawthorns!' The two siblings looked up at her with innocent and kind eyes, their faces both cute and lovely. The boy, who had just pretended to be serious, secretly swallowed his saliva. Cheyenne counted the number of children, and there were a total of nine kids in line, plus Sam and herself, eleven in total. She bought twelve strings of candied hawthorns.

Every child got one, and the kids formed a line, praising her as a 'fairy.' The atmosphere was warm and lively, reminiscent of a children's kingdom.

Sam, holding the book, stood there watching Cheyenne.

He had seen her calm and strong in the face of life and death, glamorous and stunning at parties, arrogant and willful when smashing a car on the road, and cunningly cute when tricking the owner. But he had never seen her so approachable and kind.

She suddenly looked up and smiled at him. In her eyes, there was a shimmering light, clear as water with a hint of resentment. 'Master Sam, you're still standing there. Chelpdistribute the candied hawthorns.' There were too many children, and she couldn't handle them all.

Sam, as if waking up from a dream, returned to his senses from the warmth of that smile. A trace of a hidden emotion flickered in his eyes, and he softly replied, 'Coming.' After giving candy to all the kids, she had three sticks left. Cheyenne picked up one of them and handed it to Sam.

'Here, this is my treat. Remember, reciprocity is essential. You oweone.' Sam glanced at the little radishes around him. The joy of children was always so innocent and simple. A string of candied hawthorns made them smile.

He suddenly felt like trying candied hawthorns. In twenty-eight years of life, he had never eaten such a thing. His aristocratic upbringing warned him that food from these roadside stalls was unsanitary and inferior.

'Thank you, Miss Lawrence. I'll return the favor,' Sam said, taking the candied hawthorn and biting into it. His eyebrows furrowed, expressing a strange and conflicted expression. Cheyenne was shocked.

The surrounding kids burst into laughter. The little girl in the white dress, who had mocked her brother earlier, widened her cute round eyes and innocently taunted him, 'Brother, you're so silly, you don't even know how to peel off the candy coating... Um.' Before she could finish her sentence, the little boy stuffed his own candied hawthorn into her mouth, his face stern as he lectured, 'Sister, you can't say this. Mommy said, don't expose the harsh realities of life. We need to take care of the weak.' 'Okay, brother. We have to listen to Mommy and take care of the weak.' 'Good girl.' Cheyenne burst into laughter. The little boy looked like he was in first grade, yet he already knew the phrase 'don't expose the harsh realities of life'! Sam, being treated as the weak by these two little brats, was speechless. Was he... being looked down upon by two kids? At that moment, Cheyenne reached for the candied hawthorn in Sam's hand, removed the transparent plastic film, and spoke in a gentle tone, 'You have to tear this open to eat it, Master Sam. It seems like you've really never eaten candied hawthorns. How pitiful.' A strange emotion welled up in Sam's heart. There had never been a hint of sweetness in his long and dark memories.

The taste was very sweet, but biting down made his teeth feel a bit sour. Upon closer examination, it had a sour sweet flavor.

He wasn't particularly fond of it.

However, glancing at Cheyenne standing in the midst of the children, her cherry-like moist red lips taking a bite of the candied hawthorn, leaving a small imprint on the fruit, the red of the candied hawthorn and her lip color complementing each other, an involuntary question formed in his mind.

Which one was sweeter - her or the candied hawthorn? The sound of a car horn rang by the roadside, and a black Rolls-Royce pulled over. The car door opened.

The woman sitting in the passenger seat was stunningly beautiful, with an elegant and captivating appearance. She looked in their direction.

The siblings, who were enjoying the candied hawthorns, bid a hasty farewell to Cheyenne and ran towards the car. The beautiful young woman with long hair tenderly embraced the little girl, and as the car door closed, they seemed about to leave.

Just when Cheyenne thought they were leaving, the car door opened again.

The little boy ran over and handed a basket of fruits to Cheyenne. 'Sister, this is for you from my mommy. She said thank you for treating us to candied hawthorns.' He handed the basket to Cheyenne, shyly stepped back, and faintly heard a call from inside the car, 'Toby.' The family of four left, and Cheyenne looked at the exquisite fruit basket in her hands, smiling sweetly.

Today was indeed her lucky day; she seemed to get things for free wherever she went.

She earned a book by reading, the money for the candied hawthorns was from Master Sam, and now this basket of fruit... tsk tsk tsk, it seemed that heaven truly favored her. 'Let's go, Master Sam. I promised to treat you to bubble tea; I'm a person of my word.' Sam's smile made tpale in comparison. He asked, 'You don't have to, Miss Lawrence.' With a cheek full of candied hawthorn, Cheyenne puffed out her cheeks and just smiled without answering.

As they turned around, a familiar black figure emerged from the glass door of the department store, holding an exquisite box with the logo of 'Sunshine Bakery' printed on it.

This was a chain bakery in Akloit, and it used to be her favorite place to visit.

When the man saw Cheyenne, a glint of light flashed in his deep-set eyes. But as soon as he noticed Sam beside her, the glint quickly dissipated. He coldly inquired, 'What are you two doing here?'

Sam calmly composed himself. He raised the candied hawthorn in his hand and casually replied, 'Oh it's Kelvin. What a coincidence. Well, Miss Lawrence and I just cback from the bookstore. She said she wanted to treatto candied hawthorns, so we chere.' Although Sam's tone was indifferent and lacked any hint of boasting, Kelvin's mood at the moment began to turn sour.

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