She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 387: Vulnerable Part His fingers hooked onto a small zipper and as he pulled it up, he “accidentally” brushed her tender back with his palm.

Cheyenne's face flushed, and she felt like an ant on a hot pan, restless and annoyed.

That bastard did it on purpose! He didn't need to look to know that Cheyenne was definitely cursing at him in her mind. Kelvin gazed at the fading beautiful scenery in front of him, his eyes deep and pitiful. "Sorry," he began, sounding regretful. "I didn't mean to." "You were peeking?" Cheyenne puffed her cheeks and turned to look at him, her chestnut hair cascading down to her chest. She wore a gorgeous pink robe that made her look like a beauty stepping out of the era.

Her eyes shimmered with radiance, even in her anger.

Kelvin couldn't help but stare for a second, then coughed awkwardly. "No, I was looking at your shadow and noticed you couldn't zip it up. Cheyenne, have you gained weight?" Shadow? Cheyenne finally noticed that the sunlight outside cast her shadow on the wall, clear like a shadow puppet on a curtain.

Damn it! Kelvin quickly raised his hands. "I didn't see anything! I turned around because you didn't move for a long time. I swear on my honor..." Upon hearing this, she disdainfully scoffed, “What honor do you have? Sparethe bullshit and hurry up, change your clothes and leave." This time, she turned her back to him.

Cheyenne refused to look at him.

Kelvin felt disappointed because Cheyenne was very honest and indeed didn't peek at all.

As he fastened his buttons, all he could think of were the times she "tried every means" to get him to undress together and take a bath.

He knew she wanted to see his body very much, so even in the bathroom, as wicked as he was, he covered her eyes.

When she fainted from exhaustion, naturally, she forgot her original intention.

But now, Cheyenne wasn't interested in him anymore.

Was it because she had seen someone else's naked body? At the thought of this, Kelvin's heart throbbed with pain, aching bitterly.

He paused and his voice sounded hoarse. "Cheyenne, can you doa favor?" "What?" Cheyenne turned to look at him, only to see him holding his pants. A black fabric was faintly visible beneath his white shirt.

That was his... umm... She quickly turned her head, her neck now a shade of pink.

Kelvin noticed her shy and innocent reaction and couldn't help but curl his lips. "These pants are new. The stitches on the buttons haven't been cut, so they can't be buttoned." Cheyenne was dumbfounded as his words fell.

Her face turned both green and red. She squinted her eyes and looked at him, saying, "Can't you just cut it open?" Kelvin replied in a calm tone, "It used to be the servants who prepared everything." "I'm not your servant!" "I know, you're my wife. But my hand is hurting, don't forget... my arm is still inflamed." Wife? Kelvin, do you know what you're saying? It's ridiculous! Cheyenne didn't feel good about it and coldly reminded him, "Ex-wife! Mr. Foley, don't forget, it was you who forcedto sign the divorce agreement back then." As she said that, she turned around to look for scissors.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find any sign of scissors, but there was a kitchen knife on the table.

Cheyenne had no choice but to pick up the kitchen knife and approach him.

Kelvin was dumbfounded by her imposing and aggressive manner. Was she so angry that she wanted to kill him? With a bitter smile on his handsface, he said, "Cheyenne, I just forgot it, but you don't have to kill me, do you?" She gently pulled the waistband of his pants, not being rough, and tried to cut open the stitch with the blade of the kitchen knife in the other hand.

"Mr. Foley, it's better for you to keep quiet! This is my first tdoing this. If my hand slips, your vulnerable part might be gone."

The two of them changed into their clothes and walked downstairs. The old man looked at ed at the two figures walking in front of him, handsman and beautiful woman, just like his younger self and his spouse. His smile deepened.

"This outfit is what my wife wore when she married me. She was a wealthy young lady from ạc o m prestigious family and even studied abroad. But unfortunately, she didn't have a good life after marrying me, so this outfit was kept away." Cheyenne clicked her tongue in astonishment. "With your messy appearance, your wife turned out to be a highly talented person."

The old man becso angry that he rolled his eyes. "I was a goodm match for her because of my good looks in my youth." "Alright, thank you for the clothes. I will return them..." As she spoke, Cheyenne reached out and picked up a bottle of cola from his stall, flashing a radiant smile.

"Since you're just pretending to be someone you're not, I'll help you drink it, otherwise it will expire." Just as Cheyenne was about to open the pull-tab of the cola, a large hand took the cola away from her. "No, you can't!" "Great, I knew Master Kelvin is an upright and good young man..." Before the old man could finish his words of gratitude, Kelvin put down the cola and picked up a bottle of milk. He considerately inserted a straw and handed it to Cheyenne.

In a gentle voice, he said, "Drink this instead. Cola is a carbonated beverage, which is not suitable for your stomach at the moment." The old man's fan fell to the ground, his face filled with bewilderment. He praised too soon. Kelvin was far from being upright...

Well, he finally figured it out. Master Kelvin and this girl were actually in cahoots!