She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 384: You Wear Mine Kelvin deeply regretted not putting in the effort to understand her in the beginning.

"No, it's not that I look down on you, I just dislike when others forcefully interfere with my life," he replied.

He had been independent since childhood, making his own decisions and acting on his own. Despite his strength, he couldn't tolerate being forced when choosing a life partner.

After marriage, he was afraid that Cheyenne, this clingy fairy, would enchant his mind and turn him into someone else, so he suppressed his true thoughts and tried to distance himself from her. As for Abbie, Kelvin had always treated her like a sister until he discovered her malicious side.

If it was in the past, she would have been happy to hear those words. But now... in the face of an uncertain situation, her heart had becnumb.

"Kelvin, what you say now doesn't matter anymore," she said calmly.

Kelvin tightly clenched his large hand, and sweat began to form in his palm. He wanted to tell Cheyenne that he liked her.

But he knew that saying those words would only make her scornful.

Cheyenne, what should I do with you? They didn't know how long they had been waiting. When they were both delirious from hunger, they finally heard footsteps. Someone was coming.

Kelvin was the first to react. His deep-set eyes looked extremely sharp in the darkness as he shook the petite woman next to him.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Cheyenne, wake up, someone's coming." Cheyenne was in a daze from sleep and smacked her dry lips before gradually waking up. She had just dreamt of gnawing on a chicken leg... Instantly, she becfully awake and tensed up, entering a state of alertness.

She hid together with Kelvin behind a shelf, peering through the cracks to watch the figure at the door.

Suddenly, the room lit up, causing the two who had been in darkness for a long tto feel a little uncomfortable.

Kelvin immediately reached out his large hand to cover Cheyenne's eyes and slowly opened his own eyeless sockets.

He considerately whispered in her ear, "Take it slow." "Mm." Two people entered, both wearing black robes and white featureless masks.

Whoosh.

They removed the black velvet that had been hanging on the shelf, and just as the velvet slowly fell to the ground, Kelvin covered Cheyenne's eyes once again.

"Mmm..." "Uh... Kelvin, what are you doing?" Because there were people present, she didn't dare to speak too loudly, her voice as soft as a mosquito. The man's gaze was fixed on the objects on the shelf, which were full of transparent glass jars.

Looking at them, he felt a chill run up his spine, causing him to shudder.

Inside the blue and purple liquid in the jars were pale hands, eyeballs, hearts, half of a hand, or even a complete baby, which appeared to be only three or four months old, along with the placenta soaking in the eerie liquid.

The child had already taken shape with eyes the size of mung beans, looking in his direction with a faint smile on his lips.

It seemed that the child had been cut out while his mother was playing with it...

This spine-chilling scene was even more terrifying than a horror movie.

Kelvin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but think of another painful experience. His and Cheyenne's child was lost when it was three months old too. This was also the reason why he couldn't let Cheyenne see this.

The two quickly exchanged a few words and took one of the glass jars off the shelf, opened it up, and wrapped the severed hand inside a black plastic bag before covering it with gauze. After all was said and done, the two hurriedly left.

Just then, Kelvin pulled Cheyenne to the other side of the shelf, where the switch was located. He gave Cheyenne a glance, half-squatting, and quickly pulled out the electric card.

Thud.

The room suddenly went black.

The black-robed man was also startled. “No, could it be a ghost? I've heard of one of our fellows who died inexplicably." "What are we afraid of ghosts for? It should be due to poor contact. I'll go check if the electric card is demagnetized." As he spoke, the man walked over, his back to Kelvin.

That's when Cheyenne handed the knife to Kelvin. He moved like a swift black panther, quickly pouncing on the man from behind and grabbing his neck. One hand covered his mouth, and the other hand slashed down, leaving the man unconscious.

Several seconds passed, and there was no response from the other black-robed man. The shorter man hurriedly took out his phone and opened the flashlight to shine it on the way ahead. "3467, are you okay?" "Strange, where are you?" And the electric card was gone too...

As the second black-robed man turned around, the flashlight shone onto the woman crouching in the corner, her long hair covering her face and her silver-white dress shimmering in the darkness. Slowly, she raised her head... "A ghost! A ghost..." Uh.

The phone fell to the ground, and the light instantly dimmed. Kelvin killed him using the smethod and dragged the body behind the shelf.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne casually reached out and gathered her long hair in front of her, tying it up with a rubber band. She then put on a black robe and a large hat.

Kelvin glanced at her. The black robe reached her ankles, and her high heels... one of them was broken. If she insisted on wearing them outside, she would definitely be exposed.

"Then maybe I should wear his shoes," she said.

With that, she prepared to squat down and take off the shoes of the black-robed figure Suddenly, Kelvin grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. "What are you doing?" she asked.

The man's face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth as he asked, "You want to wear his shoes?" "Then what should I wear?" Kelvin took off his own shoes and placed them in front of her. "Wear mine. At least my feet don't stink." As for the others... well, that's not guaranteed.

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne realized that it might be true. She didn't know any of these black-robed figures, and if they'd got Athlete's Foot... It seemed she could tolerate Kelvin relatively better.

However, she was still mistaken.

Kelvin wore size 41 shoes, while her feet were only size 36. She could only stuff sfabric inside them, and it felt uncomfortable.

On the other hand, Kelvin reluctantly squeezed his feet into the black-robed figure's shoes.

They were one size too small.

It was a bit tight.

As someone with cleanliness obsession, this was the first the had ever worn someone else's shoes, and goosebumps covered his whole body. But there was no other choice in this situation.

Kelvin stood up and picked up the black plastic bag from the ground. "Let's go." "What are you holding in your hand?" she curiously asked.

Under the mask, the man's face turned slightly pale. "It's better if you don't know."