She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 432: Cheyenne, I'm No Worse Than Mr. Lara Cheyenne felt a loosening in the tight string within her heart as Kelvin looked at her with his dark eyes, which were filled with nothing but her reflection. In that moment, she forgot about Abbie. It was as if she believed that she was the only person in his world.

Cheyenne's inner turmoil was like two wild animals fiercely tearing at each other, destined to fight to the death, but ultimately leading to no resolution.

"Kelvin, do you understand that even one mistake can be enough to cause someone's demise?" She had given him chances before. When she had a miscarriage, she persuaded herself to believe in him and gave him another chance, as long as he was willing to chome, as long as he could spare staway from Abbie to be with her. But he didn't.

Suddenly, Kelvin embraced her from behind, enveloping her completely in his arms, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body. He rested his head on her shoulder, attempting to find a sense of familiarity from the past. "Cheyenne." "Abbie and I have no contact anymore. Please believethis time." "Not only does Grandpa need you, but... I need you too." He only wore a thin shirt, and naturally, men had higher body temperatures than women. Kelvin's chest felt like a blazing furnace. Despite the multiple layers of fabric separating them, his violently pounding heartbeat still made its presence known in her ears.

She struggled, but couldn't break free from his embrace. Kelvin even lowered his head and sensually nibbled on her fair and soft earlobe, displaying a deeper understanding of her body than she had herself. It seemed that the prickly hedgehog was gradually softening, and Kelvin intensified his scorching kisses.

They rained down upon her neck, delicate and tender, with a clear downward direction, resembling a summer rainstorm.

He took a step forward and abruptly pressed her against the bookshelf.

It wasn't a forceful act, but with Cheyenne's chest against the bookshelf, it felt somewhat stifling. She lifted her foot and attempted to kick him in the lower body while he was distracted, but Kelvin quickly caugh her sharp high-heeled shoe.

On her slender and delicate ankle, faint blue veins were visible, and there was a string of lettering tattooed on it. "Let go! Don't forceto kill you!" "You still love me, don't you?" Kelvin's slightly warm and rough thumb caressed the tattooed letters on her ankle. His laughter entered her ears, filling her with a mixture of joy and embarrassment.

She was too embarrassed to admit it. After all, this tattoo was made by painstakingly poking needles into her skin and then applying ink... it was painful. And her skin was delicate; even a strong kiss would leave marks that took several days to fade away. A tattoo... it was a lifelong commitment.

Kelvin hated himself for not noticing it sooner. Cheyenne, in frustration and shame, turned her head and glared at him fiercely. "It was a mistake I made due to my ignorance. I'll wash it off another day." Just like most rebellious teenage girls, she had also gone through a rebellious and crazy phase.

Seeing many classmates in her school carving their lovers' names on their arms with compasses or knives to prove their deep love with blood, Cheyenne felt awkward to do the son her arm. So she went to a tattoo parlor and had it inked on her ankle instead.

The average person wouldn't know the meaning behind those letters. And he had never bothered to ask. "No, you're not allowed to wash it off!" This was Cheyenne's way of proving her love for him. How could she wash it away? Taking advantage of her turned head, Kelvin took the opportunity to capture her soft lips, engaging in a passionate and dominant kiss that left her with no chance to resist. Cheyenne's breath was suddenly stolen, and in anger, she extended her hands and struck at his handsface.

Snap.

Kelvin, hurt by Cheyenne's slap, stared at her with his dark and brooding eyes, making Cheyenne feel a chill run down her spine. Her hand trembled uncontrollably.

She hadn't considered their height and strength difference when she acted out of anger a moment ago.

If Kelvin were to strike back in anger, she would only have a small chance of winning the fight. But she quickly dismissed the thought. He had never laid a hand on her before, even when he was furious... just giving her the silent treatment and leaving.

Right now, she just wanted Kelvin to leave. Unfortunately, he held her hand tightly, and gently blew on it beside his lips.

"Does your hand hurt? Shall I blow on it for you?" he murmured softly.

Cheyenne exclaimed, "What the hell, Kelvin! Be normal! We're divorced, do you understand? Divorced means two people breaking apart!" Her angry shout echoed through the room, catching the attention of patients and nurses passing by outside. When they glanced inside, all they saw was a wooden door. Oh, she forgot, the door wasn't even open.

Compared to her fiery anger, Kelvin appeared calm. He continued to whisper seductively in her ear.

"Cheyenne, don't you want this? I'm not worse than Mr. Lara, you know. Maybe you've forgotten, after all these years. Letremind you." "What are you talking about, with all this nonsense?" 'Not worse than Mr. Lara? I have no idea if he's good...' Cheyenne was wearing a light blue babydoll dress today, reaching just above her knees. Kelvin effortlessly slid his hand up and caressed her smooth skin.

In a fit of anger, he bit her earlobe and said, "You naughty girl, why don't you wear...?" "None of your business!" Cheyenne mimicked his dismissive tone and mocked him in return.

But he burst into laughter and buried his head in her shoulder, whispering, "I know you don't like being constrained, but this works too." What did he mean by "this works too"? Cheyenne's face instantly turned red.

She used to avoid wearing stockings because... it was convenient for tempting him, but then it beca habit. Besides, her dress length was knee-length, so she didn't have to worry about exposing her private part. Why bother with the trouble of wearing those things? But now, it made it convenient for this despicable man.

"Kelvin, you bastard! If you dare... I will definitely kill you!" Last twas unavoidable. But she wouldn't be that she helpless this time. However, what Cheyenne didn't realize was that her refusal only fueled his possessiveness. "Enough talking, Cheyenne. The angrier you get, the cuter I find you." "I'm sorry." He suddenly bit her earlobe and said in a deep voice.

Cheyenne bit her lip in pain, tiny drops of blood forming on her red lips. Kelvin tenderly held her lip, gently licking it.

"Does it hurt?"

"Kelvin! You despicable, shameless scumbag! If you want pleasure, go find your sweet first love! Do youn think I'm your plaything? Do you dream?” Even in this situation, she still had the strength to be jealous, which made Kelvin think that maybe he had been too lenient. He shifted his grip from her hand to her slender waist, gently lifting her and pressing her against the bookshelf. "I have no one else, only you," he said seriously, whispering in her ear.

Cheyenne's mind went blank for a second, then she blushed and grabbed onto the bookshelf, stubbornly retorting, "I don't care about your nonsense. Be gentle... If anyone outside finds out, I'll bite you to death!" In response, muffled laughter cfrom behind her. "As you wish." "But I don't want it!"