She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 417: Cheyenne, Take Care of Yourself Kelvin walked into the Foley mansion's grand hall, burdened with worries, not even hearing old Mr. Foley calling out to him. His mind was consumed with thoughts of why Vincent appeared at the hospital, leaving him startled when the old man suddenly appeared in front of him.

Old Mr. Foley's face, wrinkled like tree bark, enlarged suddenly, and he stared at Kelvin with wide copper bell-like eyes before making a mischievous face.

Kelvin's lips twitched, and he reluctantly pushed the old man aside. “Grandfather, if you don't have anything important to say, you should go upstairs and rest... By the way, is Vincent back?" The old man, bored as ever, ran his hand through his beard and shook his head, sighing. “You boring kid. Cheyenne is much better. She knows how to play along with me. If only I had a young great-grandchild to play with. Too bad you're useless!" He had the audacity to bring up the soup incident. Kelvin gritted his teeth; that soup kept him up all night, feeling both tired and hot, tossing and turning.

"Grandfather, just answer my question!" Kelvin demanded.

At his words, old Mr. Foley finally snapped back to attention. He glanced upstairs and then towards the front door before casually waving his hand. "He should be at the company. I haven't seen him." "Do you needto find him, Kelvin? He said he had a friend to meet and went out for coffee," Emelia's voice cfrom the staircase. She was wearing a Lolita-style lace doll dress with a large red bow on her head, slowly descending.

As she passed by the two men, a strong scent of perfmade old Mr. Foley sneeze uncontrollably. The sound was as loud as thunder, startling the servants outside the door, making them think a storm was about to brew. Kelvin, with his composure intact, merely furrowed his brow.

"Emelia, where are you all dressed up to go?" old Mr. Foley asked, touching his own nose curiously.

Playfully lifting her skirt, Emelia twirled in front of them, half-bent her leg, and performed a ladylike courtesy. Her smile was sweet and adorable, completely masking her usual sharp and mean demeanor. "I'm going to the Parry family," she said.

After Teagan and Jane went their separate ways and Teagan announced that he was with Nora, tomorrow night would be Danielle's birthday. For sreason, she had invited Emelia, although they had only briefly met at the last banquet.

After calling to inquire, Emelia found out that the Parry family had invited all the socialites in Akloit, except the Berry sisters.

Since she had just returned to Akloit and wanted to quickly integrate into the circle, attending the banquet was the most convenient way.

Kelvin's gaze immediately locked onto Emelia's wrist. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her fair, slender wrist, his gaze piercing like a hawk perched on a branch.

In a deep voice, he asked, "Where did you get this bracelet?" Bracelet? Emelia looked down in confusion, realizing it was the string of beads she wore on her wrist. She proudly raised her hand to show it off in front of Kelvin, her voice tinged with a hint of boastfulness. "Oh, this? It was a gift from Vincent. He says it's made of rosewood and lavender-infused. It helps with sleep." She had been having trouble sleeping lately, and wearing it for two days showed simprovement.

Kelvin carefully examined the bracelet. It was exactly the sas the one Aidan had on his hand when they met at the TWILIGHT.

Old Mr. Foley didn't understand why his eldest grandson suddenly becinterested in women's stuff. He thought Kelvin wanted to give Cheyenne a gift.

He inwardly delighted.

Kelvin slowly released his grip on Emelia's wrist and walked towards the study upstairs. A dark glint crossed his eyes.

Cheyenne's foot injury had been rewrapped, and she resumed her bustling activities. First, she returned the pink dress she borrowed.

Soon after, she received a call from Benson and decided to pay him a visit.

Concerned about her safety, Benson spoke up, "Cheyenne, is everything going smoothly with that matter? Are you okay? Have they been giving you trouble? Don't pay attention to those online people..." He rarely fretted like this, and Cheyenne felt a warm current flow through her heart from his words. She pretended to be at ease and smiled lightly.

Reaching out, she hooked her arm with Benson's and they sat together on the soft couch. "Benson, don't worry unnecessarily. I have found the evidence I needed, and the online comments are overwhelmingly supportive." Upon hearing this, Benson finally let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He reached out with his fair and warm hand, gently touching her smooth and tender face.

His handsyet vacant eyes focused on her, reflecting her image in their unfocused brown irises.

Cheyenne shifted slightly, allowing his warm fingertips to trace over her eyebrows and eyes, pursing her lips and smiling lightly.

After a few seconds, Benson's clear and reassuring voice reached her ears, filled with relief. “It's been three years since I last saw you. You must have grown even more beautiful now."

"When you entered just now, you intentionally stepped lightly, your right foot moving slowly and putting more weight on the left. Did you get injured?" he lowered his head, parted his rosy and sexy lips, and blamed himself, "Cheyenne, I can't protect you at all times now. You need to take care of yourself and not get hurt, understand?" Cheyenne's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, her nose tingled, and the crystal teardrops clung to her long, dark lashes. Fearing Benson might hear, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands and tilted her head back, forcing the tears to retreat.

He always remained so warm and elegant, even when he himself was enveloped in endless darkness, he still radiated a warm sunshine through his smile to others.

"Benson, I will definitely cure your eyes!" Her determined voice echoed, and Benson Rodded, his hand holding Cheyenne's trembling slightly. His palm was slightly damp with sweat. He could still feel her presence with his hearing, sense of smell, touch... Cheyenne was like air, constantly existing in his world.

In the afternoon, Benson asked Cheyenne to stay for dinner. However, when she opened the refrigerator, all she found was a packet of instant noodles and two eggs.

Without hesitation, Cheyenne tossed the instant noodles into the trash and pouted her red lips as shecomplained, "Instant noodles are unhealthy, Benson. You should eat less of them. I'll buy sdumplings and put them in the fridge later." "Sorry, Cheyenne. Asking you to eat puts more burden on you. How about we go out instead?" When he was alone, he would usually handle it casually.

Otherwise, he could eat at the restaurant near the entrance of the community.

For a blind person, ordering takeout was an extremely challenging task.

But for regular people, it was just a simple one.