She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 396: High Blood Pressure Cheyenne laughed coldly, her lips curling up in a mocking smile as she gave him a piercing look. "Don't bother, Mr. Foley. It's better if we see each other less in the future." With that, she pushed Kelvin's hand away and turned to leave. Just as she reached the doorway, Cheyenne paused for a moment and looked back. Kelvin's heart skipped a beat, thinking that she still cared for him, that there was still reluctance in her heart...

"Oh, by the way, a friendly reminder. Be careful of the people around you, especially Master Vincent. Goodbye." "Wait." Kelvin's voice suddenly cfrom behind, and then a towering figure enveloped her within its shadow. She looked up and met a pair of deep-set eyes.

Just as she was wondering what he was up to, Kelvin suddenly bent down, kneeling on one knee. His warm hands lifted Cheyenne's delicate foot, and he put on a pair of flat, apricot-colored slippers for her. At this moment, he seemed like a considerate gentleman.

"Kelvin!" She wanted to dodge.

But Kelvin held on tightly, his deep voice tinged with magnetism, “Don't move. If you're going to leave, you should at least wear your shoes." It was the second time.

This was the second the helped her put on her shoes, the first tbeing at the banquet.

Cheyenne couldn't help but feel her emotions in disarray.

After putting on the shoes, she hurriedly turned around and left without looking back, hobbling away with a slender figure.

Thud.

A loud noise cfrom behind, and Cheyenne could hear it even from a distance.

It sounded like the shattering of a glass. She pretended not to hear and calmly continued walking downstairs. The complex and intertwined gaze continued to fixate on her from behind, causing Cheyenne to unconsciously quicken her pace.

In the lobby downstairs, old Mr. Foley sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, engrossed in a swimsuit magazine. On the cover, a Western woman wearing a bright red bikini had a particularly eye-catching figure. Caught sight of someone approaching, the smile on the old man's face quickly receded. With a "snap," he closed the magazine and threw it aside, kicking it with his foot for good measure. He then assumed a serious expression and looked at Cheyenne with a kind expression.

"Cheyenne, you're awake. Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I will have someone prepare it immediately." Cheyenne couldn't help but feel touched, her nose tingling as she suppressed the sour emotions in her heart. She glanced with a teasing look at the corner of the sofa.

"Grandpa, I'm not hungry. By the way, your blood pressure is on the higher side. It's better to avoid those things until you recover. I'm afraid your liver heat will flare up... Drink more tea, okay?" Upon hearing this, old Mr. Foley's face turned immediately red, but he quickly composed himself and explained, lying with his eyes wide open, "Oh, I was just curious about what it was. They were all found in Kelvin's study." "Ah, young people these days... The moral fabric is in decline! In our time, everyone was so innocent." "Cheyenne, don't worry, from now on, I will keep an eye on him. Even if he wants to read adult magazines, he won't be allowed." Cheyenne was rendered speechless. 'Actually... I saw you drooling just now, Grandpa.' Old Mr. Foley felt a chill creeping up his back, spreading from the soles of his feet to his scalp. His body felt weak and numb, as if an electric current had passed through it.

Kelvin, with a dark and handsface, commanded Joe, "Prepare a car to take Cheyenne back." Joe struggled to suppress his smile, restraining the corners of his lips from lifting. "Yes, sir." He turned to prepare the car.

On this side, old Mr. Foley was somewhat displeased. He slapped his thigh and stood up, "Cheyenne, are you leaving today?" Cheyenne gracefully bowed and thanked him, "Thank you for your hospitality, Grandpa. Take care of yourself. I'll be going now." Even the obtuse old Mr. Foley sensed that something was amiss between her and Kelvin. He angrily scolded his grandson. "Kelvin, you're something else. Did you bully Cheyenne last night and make her uncomfortable? A wife should be loved." The suggestive words in his statement made Cheyenne's face turn as red as a cooked shrimp, and she didn't dare to linger for a moment longer. “Grandpa, why are you saying such things? Take care and get well soon.” As she said this, she followed behind Joe and left.

Old Mr. Foley watched her leave, standing foolishly by the staircase, his eyes filled with reluctance.

He turned and glared at Kelvin, who was still standing in place. "You brat, why don't you say ssweet words to persuade Cheyenne to stay?" The book says that women from the age of eight to eighty love hearing sweet and affectionate words.

Kelvin didn't even pay attention to him. His other hand was casually placed in his pocket as he coldly and handsomely walked upstairs.

At the stime, he instructed the housemaid who was nearby, "When you clean, pay attention to the corners and under the sofa." "Yes, sir." "Hey, what do you mean, Kelvin? Those are Grandpa's treasures. It's not like they'll do anything just by looking at them!" "Grandpa, I'm afraid you might get too excited and end up with a flushed face and a high blood pressure. What would we do then?" Old Mr. Foley sneered. He was already of such an age, not a young boy anymore. How could that happen?

In the courtyard, Cheyenne followed behind Joe in silence, walking towards the direction of the garage. She happened to see two gardeners carrying several pots of vibrant red roses and warmly greeted them. "Joe, where should we place this new batch of flowers?" Cheyenne's curious gaze glanced at the dense rows of dozens of rose pots, waiting to be arranged.

But doesn't Kelvin despise colorful things? Like red roses! He finds them tacky. He prefers the pure and fresh white lilies, perhaps because of Abbie, right? Joe noticed Cheyenne's reaction and smiled as he instructed the workers to put the flower pots in their designated places.

As they walked, he chatted with her, "Master Kelvin seems to have changed a lot recently. Miss om Lawrence, your room is cleaned every day, and even the flowers you like have been replaced with roses." "Oh, we've arrived at the garage. Thank you for your arrangements, Joe." She left nonchalantly, as if she hadn't heard his words just now, leaving Joe sighing heavily.

It seemed that Miss Lawrence had not forgiven Master Kelvin yet.

It's understandable when you think about how deeply she was hurt and how much she now hates him.

"You're welcome." Cheyenne sat in the car and instructed the driver to go to the Lawrence Villa.

The car was so silent that she could hear her own heartbeat. The words Kelvin said to her echoed in her mind.

With her mind filled with thoughts, she didn't even realize when she arrived home.