She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 476: Pride Just now, Cheyenne noticed that Kelvin's steps were a bit slow when he was walking. Upon careful observation, it seemed that his left foot was somewhat stiff.

Nowadays, more and more young people are suffering from rheumatism and cervical spondylosis because they don't pay attention to their health on a regular basis. Kelvin, being a workaholic, constantly exhausted himself, and also developed shidden illnesses.

Previously, when Cheyenne was with him, she would always prepare medication for him on time, but she hasn't paid attention to these things since their divorce.

He intentionally suppressed the pain in his feet while walking, straightened his back, and deliberately tried not to let her notice.

But he underestimated Cheyenne. With her medical expertise, she immediately noticed that Kelvin might have developed rheumatism from being soaked in seawater for too long, which caused the cold air to enter his body.

Kelvin remained silent for a long time.

Outside, it was cold and stormy, but his heart felt like a blooming spring.

There was nothing in the world that made Kelvin feel happier and more content than Cheyenne caring about him.

It turned out that being cared for felt this good, just like eating a piece of caramel that started sweet in the mouth and reached the heart.

Seeing the "strange" smile on his face, Cheyenne inexplicably tightened her heartstrings. Kelvin's smile was deadly.

She suddenly threw the healing stone at him and let out a cold grunt before moving to a spot far away from him. "Fine, do it yourself. I still have other things to attend to." Kelvin's gaze followed her departing figure, his lips curling into an intoxicating smile as his rough hand tightly held the warm stone, pressing it against his knee through the fabric of his suit pants. Indeed, a warm sensation spread on his skin, permeating into his blood, and alleviating much of the piercing pain.

The climate on this little island was strange. Within a day, one could experience all four seasons. When waking up in the morning, the sun greeted with a warm spring-like climate.

By noon, around two or three o'clock, the sun reached its highest temperature, and the air becincreasingly humid, with a certain whitish miasma in the woods. In the afternoon, around four or five o'clock, the temperature began to drop, as if entering autumn earlier.

After sunset, the temperature plummeted, and upon closer inspection, a faint hoarfrost covered the leaves at the entrance of the cave.

This place was truly fascinating.

Kelvin stood on the edge of the beach, shirtless, ready to dive and catch fish... A warm sea breeze blew, the sunlight reflected on the water's surface, shimmering with waves, obscuring the visibility of the fish. He tightened the stick in his hand, aimed at the lower half of the fish's body, and forcefully stabbed.

A splash of water soared over a meter high, and the seawater becmurky, displaying an incredible spectacle. Cheyenne's gaze followed his direction, and she let out an astonished scream, "Did you catch it?" Kelvin picked up the makeshift crude harpoon, awkwardly smiled, and stared at the murky seawater with a gloomy expression. "Not yet, be patient and don't make any noise." If Cheyenne hadn't suddenly made a sound just now, he would have caught the fish by now.

Regarding his tendency to shift blame, she expressed great dissatisfaction, resting both hands on her cheeks, and looking towards his direction while slightly pursing her lips.

"Mr. Foley, can you really do it? If you can't, letdo it." Can he do it or not? "She's challenging a man's bottom line!" Kelvin took a light breath, his lips almost pursed into a line. He tensed up, ready to take on the next target.

"Of course, I can do it. You sit there and wait for the fish.” Cheyenne really wanted to tell him not to be so stubborn. He had a wound on his arm, and he was old and weak... If he couldn't catch a fish, then let it be. Besides, they still had two cans of beef left, which could keep them going for another day.

Unfortunately, Kelvin insisted on showing off.

While he was fishing, Cheyenne was also busy. She found a large stone and built a simple stove on the beach.

She and Kelvin hadn't had any water for a day and a night, and seawater couldn't be consumed directly. Yesterday, she found a small pool next to a hot spring and noticed that there were animals drinking from it. There were two bone fragments in the pool.

Although she was reluctant to drink such water, she had no choice. It was the only fresh water she had found so far.

Cheyenne folded a banana leaf into a funnel shape and used it to collect the water, then poured it into a bamboo tube and boiled it over the fire, covering it with the banana leaf to collect the steam.

At the stime, she used the scorching heat of the noon sun to extract the salt from sof the seawater, as the seaweed and kelp on the reef also contained iodine and salt.

She worked diligently for a while before extracting about 20 grams of pure salt that could keep them going for a couple of days if they ate sparingly.

Meanwhile, Kelvin had changed his fishing method. He took advantage of a lower lying area on the shore to use sand to surround a circle and then dug a small hole in and out of the water, letting the seawater flow in.

After the water drained, there were seven or eight struggling sea fish in the low-lying pond, a few tilapia, a rockfish, a small eel, and a green crab.

Cheyenne patted his shoulder happily, her eyes shining. “Wow, Kelvin, you're amazing! These big groupers would sell for at least seven or eight hundred outside! And there's a crab, too! I love crab!" Moreover, these were freshly caught fish.

It wasn't the first tshe had given him compliments, but Kelvin felt an unprecedented sense of happiness, with a sense of pride and achievement that was almost as if he had atoned for his previous mistakes. He shrugged casually, nodding his head a little arrogantly.

"What's so difficult about this? These fish don't have any natural predators, they're all idiots. I just easily used my brain to get them all. That's the difference between humans and animals. They are brainless." Cheyenne thought, 'I just complimented you and now you're acting like you're the king of the world.'

She wrapped the fish in tree leaves and carried them to the fire pit without saying a word, taking out a hidden knife and slicing open their stomachs. The fish jumped around in her hands, and Cheyenne held them by their gills, expertly cleaning them and gutting them. Blood ran down. her hand. However, her actions were elegant, as if she was doing something mundane. She skewered the fish on a branch and placed them on the fire to roast.

Kelvin felt inexplicably uncomfortable watching the scene.