She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 209 Cheyenne, What Are You Afraid Of? Cheyenne, who was considered a loser by everyone, had won. She effortlessly defeat Abbie.

Those who had doubted Cheyenne's abilities were now in awe of her. Abbie stood there like a lost soul, staring blankly at Kelvin as he walked away with another woman, feeling an overwhelming sense of despair that made her want to give up on everything.

The onlookers' gazes had shifted from admiration, jealousy, and flattery at the beginning to now a mix of disdain and pity, catching Abbie off guard with the sudden change.

Why? Cheyenne was supposed to be incompetent.

The air was thick with mockery towards Abbie, making it hard for her to breathe. She blacked out momentarily before Vincent picked her up and instructed someone to call a doctor.

Old Mr. Foley announced that Emelia would be sent back to her room until she learned from her mistakes after ruining his 70th birthday celebration with all the chaos caused by her.

Emelia was scared; it wasn't supposed to end this way - Cheyenne injured herself while winning against Abbie who fainted afterwards; yet Grandpa directed all his anger towards Emelia instead! Upstairs, in the dimly lit corridor, the soft light fell on Kelvin's face, accentuating his chiseled and handsprofile. Beneath his straight nose, his lips were pressed together, and the anger at the corners of his mouth was impossible to conceal.

Was he angry? Oh yes, he had every reason to be. After all, his beloved had lost to him in front of this large audience.

"Kelvin, if you're really a man, then putdown!" His clothes accidentally tore as she made intense movements with her small hands, undoing the top three buttons to reveal a tight and muscular chest.

Cheyenne glanced at it, her eyes dimming slightly, quickly turning her gaze away.

This infuriating seducer. Was he wearing a black shirt intentionally to tempt her? "Stay still or I'll show you whether I'm really a man or not!" He looked down, and he saw her pink, slightly flushed face, unsure if it was from anger or embarrassment.

In her dark eyes, there was a glimmer of something, followed by an unyielding anger. It seemed like she finally relented. This sulky, yet somewhat adorable look on her face made him smile inwardly. He quickened his pace as they were about to reach his room. However, Cheyenne's feelings took an odd turn, and she struggled in his arms. "Letgo! I'm not going to your room!" She said with evident disgust on her face.

Kelvin sighed, realizing he had no choice but to carry her to another room.

Standing at the door, Cheyenne felt a complex mix of emotions. This room was incredibly familiar to her, as she had lived there for almost three years. Every item inside was something she had personally chosen. Returning here had sparked a trace of unease.

With a self-deprecating smile, she said, "Mr. Foley, aren't you worried that your sweetheart will get jealous?" After a few seconds of silence, Kelvin's deep and resonant voice broke through. His handsome, dark brows knitted as he spoke a sentence, "She's not my sweetheart." Cheyenne heard every word distinctly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing and responded with a sarcastic snort, "You're all talk and no action, Kelvin. You really disappoint me." She seemed to have assumed Abbie had an affair with him, igniting an inexplicable anger in Kelvin. He almost wished he could swallow her whole. He never needed to explain himself to anyone. Cheyenne was the first, and perhaps the last.

If possible, he'd like to crush her and avoid the recurring loss of control that she seemed to cause him. As a master of self-control and strategic planning, Kelvin had never experienced such a lack of control in his life. He used to be afraid of dealing with emotions, and now he was even more so.

"Shut up!" Kelvin's temples throbbed, as he struggled to contain his emotions. He let out a heavy, loud shout. The sound of his foot hitting the door was so loud that it startled the people downstairs. They looked up at the second floor. The door had been closed.

Old Mr. Foley's eyes briefly gleamed with an enigmatic light as he called a maid and whispered something to her. The embarrassed maid quickly retreated.

Entering the room, Cheyenne was surprised by the sight. She had expected it to be converted into a storage room or that other woman's bedroom. Instead, everything inside the room was arranged exactly as before. The potted plant she had kept on the balcony was missing. The countertop was spotless, as if it was regularly cleaned.

But why? He disliked her so much that he should redecorate the room soon... Kelvin placed her by the bedside with a not- so-gentle touch, and his voice carried a hint of unnatural emotion. "Don't misunderstand, these were all orders from my grandfather to the servants." "Oh." It made sense.

Cheyenne looked relieved, but Kelvin was angry at her expression. "How's your foot?" As his voice sounded, she felt warnt on her foot. Looking closely, she found Kelvin who was arrogant was actually squatting in front of her.

His large hand unexpectedly grasped her slender and fair ankle, with the fingertips intentionally or unintentionally touching the anklet on her foot causing the small silver bell to emit a faint and pleasant sound. The brief touch, lasting less than a second, made Cheyenne tremble all over as if she had been shocked. She quickly pulled back her foot and casually glanced at her injured and swollen ankle. Kelvin's gaze becmuch deeper, and he chuckled softly, concealing his hidden concern with laughter.

"Cheyenne, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that your body still remembers me?"

He suddenly lowered his body, and his hands were on either side of her waist. As he spoke, warm breath ・Ast tickled her earlobe, making her heart skip a beat. Cheyenne was almost infuriated by his shameless words, and her fair and tender hand angrily grabbed his tie. Their eyes met, with a cold gleam in hers.

"You have no shame, who the hell remembers you. It's just a normal physiological reaction!" "Oh." The man nodded slightly, his eyes burning as he gazed at her cheek.

He felt like dissecting her to see just how good she was at lying.

The position of the man on top and the woman below, with an ambiguous atmosphere, made Old Mr. Foley and his companions blush as they entered the room.

The intimate position of him on top and her underneath left the comers including old Mr. Foley red-faced and wide-eyed.