She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 430: And I Don't Want Money Sensing the tension between the two, Eddie took a step forward with his handsface adorned with a warm and charming smile, akin to a gentle breeze in spring.

"Mr. Foley, Cheyenne is already exhausted. If you don't mind, allowto change your bandages," he offered. As soon as Eddie's hand reached out, Kelvin deftly sidestepped, his deep-set eyes coldly fixated on Eddie with an eerie glint.

Parting his thin lips, he uttered a rather conceited remark, "You're not qualified enough." Eddie was momentarily stunned by the ambiguous statement, his heart skipping a beat, but his smile grew deeper.

Nonchalantly shrugging and stepping back, he said, "If Mr. Foley doesn't want my help, then so be it. However, Cheyenne is genuinely exhausted." Cheyenne overheard their conversation, assuming that Kelvin looked down on Eddie due to his lower social status, hence refusing his assistance.

Fuming with anger, she scolded, "Kelvin, that's enough! Eddie is the youngest person ever to receive a medical award before turning twenty. If he's not qualified enough, then why don't you go to Nightingale to have your wounds treated?" Kelvin was really jealous when Cheyenne defended another man in front of him.

Eddie discreetly couldn't help but chuckle at Cheyenne's defense of him. He subtly pushed his glasses up his nose and spoke to comfort her, "It's alright, Cheyenne. Mr. Foley is of high status and wealth, whereas I'm just a humble doctor. It's nothing." Kelvin's initial intention was solely to have Cheyenne tend to his wounds, but after Eddie's comment, it seemed as if Kelvin was looking down on Eddie instead.

But how could someone as proud as Mr. Foley possibly apologize to a doctor? With a pair of gloomy eyes fixed on Eddie, his voice, seemingly forced through clenched teeth, resonated, "Mr. Zamora, you truly have impressed me." Unfazed, Eddie met that piercing gaze with poise, clasping his hands together in front of him, and lowering his gaze to observe his own hands.

"Mr. Foley, you're being too polite. If you truly finddispleasing, the hospital has other esteemed senior doctors. Cheyenne had an exhausting night, and she hasn't even had breakfast yet. I would feel sorry for her hunger," he expressed his concern from an elder brother's perspective.

Little did he know that Kelvin interpreted his words differently. A sarcastic snort followed. "And what exactly are you to Cheyenne?" In the end, Kelvin raised his left hand, gazing at his wristwatch before continuing, "It's only ten o'clock. The hospital officially closes at twelve. As the director, Cheyenne, do you intend to refuse patients seeking medical attention?" Cheyenne found herself unable to refute his argument, her eyes widening in anger, and her crimson lips pouting with frustration. "Didn't you hear that I haven't eaten?" To her dismay, Kelvin's response grew sharper, "Are you suggesting that you'd replace a surgeon just because you haven't eaten before going into the operating room?" "I..." Cheyenne was at a loss for words.

Was he comparing his situation to lying on an operating table? Feeling frustrated by Mr. Foley's unreasonable statements, Eddie coughed lightly and intervened, attempting to reconcile the two.

"Cheyenne, how about you tend to Mr. Foley's wound first, and I'll go buy you breakfast? What would you like to eat?" Cheyenne couldn't help but let out a light exclamation, her eyes shining, and she smiled a bit embarrassedly, "Is this okay? Thank you so much for doing all this, Eddie..." "It's no problem, the last thing we need is for you to starve. The stomach is the hardest thing to please." "Humph, you must be up to something!" Cheyenne glanced at him, warning him not to cause trouble...

Kelvin pursed his lips and spoke before she could, "She likes to eat soup dumplings with milk, from that restaurant in city south. Mr. Zamora, could you take care of it? I'll have my assistant transfer double the amount to you later." As he spoke, Cheyenne was slightly surprised. How did Kelvin know what she liked to eat? Even though Eddie had a good temper, his face couldn't help but darken. His hands, buried in his coat pockets, clenched into fists as he tried his best to maintain his good temper.

"No need for money, it's something I should do." After saying that, he turned and left, his slender figure growing farther in the distance... t It wasn't until that figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Kelvin withdrew his gaze, his eyes sparkling with a bright, ephemeral light.

It was like the proud smile of a child who had successfully played a prank, fleeting.

Cheyenne got up and stretched her shoulders. She had been lying on her stomach for so long and felt a bit sore. She looked at him with an annoyed expression, “Con, take off your clothes!" Her direct and generous words made Kelvin stunned for a second. Then he immediately stretched out a hand to loosen his tie.

His fingers moved slowly, elegantly undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a bronze-colored throat. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The lines on his neck stood out, exuding the mature aura of a man, silent yet sexy.

Cheyenne's gaze was fixed, and she involuntarily blushed, her mind filled with the image of him undressing just now.

Um... just as she was daydreaming, Kelvin actually placed his hand on the hidden clasp of his waistband.

His fingers gently pressed.

Snap.

The metal clasp made a suggestive sound, and Cheyenne's eyes widened as she looked at his hand. Her mind went completely blank.

When she finally reacted, her face had turned as red as an apple. She immediately covered her eyes with both hands.

But she couldn't help but spread her fingers and look at Kelvin through the gap, "Kelvin Foley, are you a pervert? Isn't the wound on your shoulder? What are you taking off your pants for?" Kelvin saw Cheyenne's shy expression all too clearly, and a rare playful smile appeared on his cold and stern face.

"I think you might have misunderstood something. My belt was just too tight, so Iulan? puli my shirt so... Cheyenne, wipe off the drool, are you that thirsty? Now that Omari is gone, don't you have any other lovers?" His words were really harsh! Cheyenne lowered her hands and looked at him directly, her rose-like lips filled with anger, turning her into that sharp and prickly little hedgehog again.

"You're right, I do need to find a man. Who says only men need to be satisfied?"

Knowing full well that she was deliberately trying to annoy himm Kelvin still got angry and completely forgot that it was because of him that the situation had escalated. His ice-cold eyes stared at her as if trying to see through her.

Just as Cheyenne was thinking about how to defend herself, the man said something that made her blush and stammer.

"Well, I can be your fancy lover, and I don't want any money." "Ha!"