She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 354: That's the Day We Got Engaged 'What?' Cheyenne was so startled by his words that the candied hawthorn in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.

The translucent sugar coating on the hawthorn shattered on the dusty surface, quickly attracting a swarm of black ants. Cheyenne felt a sense of regret; only four remained.

Sam chuckled and proactively handed his candied hawthorn to her, 'Miss Lawrence, feel free to have mine.' He had only eaten one.

Past lessons had taught him: taste the good things, savor the flavor, but don't indulge.

She still had an unopened string of candied hawthorns in her hand, reserved for Benson. He was from Onistead, and having been in Akloit for three years without returning, he must have missed this nostalgic taste.

After a moment's hesitation, Cheyenne accepted the candied hawthorn he offered, smiling at him with a touch of self-mockery, 'I was supposed to treat you to candied hawthorns, but in the end... you paid, and I'm the one eating.' 'What does it matter? Watching you eat makes it sweet fortoo.' These slightly ambiguous and tender words slipped into Kelvin's ears and penetrated his heart, stirring waves of bitterness and anger.

He was very familiar with Sam, who was handsome, elegant, noble, carrying a gentle and melancholic prince-like aura. In this world, there were only a few women worthy of him.

Sam detested women to the point of fear. Many noble ladies pursued him, but none left with a smile.

Kelvin had thought that someone like Cheyenne would never attract Sam. However, images of Sam willingly giving money to her, personally escorting her home, and generously treating her when they met on the street involuntarily flashed through his mind. These behaviors were revolutionary changes for him.

Why? Why did it have to be Sam! His close friend.

A sense of resentment, feeling betrayed by both a lover and a friend, surged in his heart. With a slight parting of his lips, he warned her in a tone mixed with threat, 'Cheyenne, don't accept! If you want to eat...' I'll buy it for you! However, the petite woman seemed to ignore his words, biting into the candied hawthorn with determination and provocatively glancing at Kelvin.

'This is none of your business! Are you jealous? What place are you in to be jealous? Master Sam bought it for me; he can give it to whomever he wants!' 'Do you want to eat? Go buy it yourself!' These words left Kelvin speechless and infuriated. How could this idiot think he wanted to compete with her for candied hawthorns? Sam, too, was surprised by his friend's 'overreacting' response. A hint of astonishment quickly flashed in his clear and gentle eyes as he spoke softly, 'Kelvin, I apologize. I didn't expect to run into you. The candied hawthorns at this shop are sold out today. I'll treat you next time.' 'Get lost!' Who the hell cared about his candied hawthorns? He was angry about why he and Cheyenne were together! His irritable and icy demeanor didn't anger Sam. He stood there gracefully, smiling with a hint of helplessness, sighing lightly.

'I forgot, Kelvin, you don't like sweets. But why are you holding... um, a cake?' In Sam's memory, Kelvin didn't seem to enjoy desserts that only young girls liked.

Cheyenne gave a cold smile, quickly finished the candied hawthorn in her hand, and nonchalantly said while biting the bamboo stick, 'Master Sam, what date is it today?' Without hesitation, Kelvin coldly answered her question, 'Today is July 13th.' She smiled playfully, her pearly white teeth biting the bamboo stick. 'Oh, it's Miss Berry's birthday. Master Sam, do you understand now?' Sam looked at the radiant smile on her face, as if seeing flowers bloom in late spring or early summer, feeling an inexplicable heaviness in his heart. 'Miss Lawrence, you better stop laughing.' But she remained indifferent, patting his arm and bidding him farewell, 'Alright, I have sthings to do. Let's say our goodbyes. Master Sam, remember the promise you made to me; see you tomorrow.' 'Do you needto walk you?' Sam asked.

'No need, I'm used to being alone.' After saying that, she left gracefully. The candied hawthorn she dropped on the ground moments ago lay there, a bit of a pity.

A massive stone blocked Kelvin's chest. His gaze followed Cheyenne as she walked away, and suddenly, he spoke towards her retreating figure, 'It's not for Abbie; it's Black Forest gateau...' The one you like.

Cheyenne, have you forgotten? Five years ago today, it was the day we got engaged.

His voice carried with the faint and feeble wind, reaching Cheyenne's ears. She didn't turn around, but her heart's rhythm was disrupted.

She didn't hear what Kelvin said clearly, but the words 'for Abbie' echoed in her ears.

As expected!

Her lips curled into a distant and indifferent smile as she left without looking back. Two men were left in place, and an inexplicable, chillsettled in the atmosphere. Sam's gaze shifted between the two. Finally, he took out a navy blue checkered handkerchief from his suit pocket, crouched down, and picked up the candied hawthorn that had started to melt on the ground. 'What a pity.'

With those words, he threw it into the nearby trash can, along with the blue N ΟΜ handkerchief. His personal items were not of ordinary value; the handkerchief alone was worth around 500 dollars. While most people would cringe at such a loss, Sam remained unfazed. He only lamented the candied hawthorn that Cheyenne had bitten. Watching Sam's actions, Kelvin's gaze becominously cold. He cut to the chase and asked directly, 'What promise? Why are you meeting her tomorrow?'

Sam raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling at him. 'Kelvin, although we're We're good friends, I have my privacy. This matter is a secret between Miss Lawrence and me. You better not ask.' Privacy? Cheyenne should not have anything to do with him, a noble heir from the capital. What could be the secret between them? For the first tin the many years they had known each other, Kelvin found Sam disagreeable. Despite this, he also considered their friendship.

In the end, Kelvin muttered, ‘Sam, you and her are not suitable.' 'Kelvin, are you overthinking? Miss Lawrence and I are just friends. She's amusing, that's all.' Hearing his explanation, Kelvin initially felt relieved. However, he was hit with a more fatal statement.

'Kelvin, have you ever thought that the most unsuitable person for her in this world is you?' X