She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 212: Is He Really My Biological Grandson?

Chapter 212: Is He Really My Biological Grandson?

This medicine was personally given by old Mr. Foley. He knew how potent it was. It was no longer safe to stay here.

With a face filled with joy and anticipation, he dismissed the housekeeper and the servants. As he turned, he noticed Emelia standing there dumbfounded. Old Mr. Foley approached her and gave her a pat on the head.

"What are you still standing here for? Go."

"Grandfather, you..."

Why would he drug Cheyenne's soup?

This question remained unspoken. Emelia struggled to find the words, but she couldn't resist her grandfather's sharp gaze, so she turned and left.

In the room, Cheyenne sat barefoot at the edge of the bed. She gave a cold, distant glance to the tall figure still standing in the room. She chuckled lightly, "Mr. Foley, you can leave too. I'm tired and need to rest."

With that, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. As she opened the closet, she noticed that her clothes were still there, all the ones she had worn before, not Abbie's. This realization brought some relie to Cheyenne; she wasn't used to wearing clothes that others had worn.

After issuing a clear dismissal, she seemed to ignore Kelvin and walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water echoed through the room.

The hazy glass door reflected the woman's blurred figure, and it could be vaguely seen that she was slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt at her waist. Just this glimpse made Kelvin's body seem to catch fire.

The air was filled with a palpable heat, and it seemed as if some kind of exciting hormone had been added to his bloodstream, causing it to flow even faster. He must have been suppressed sensual passion for too long, which was why even a single glance at her could elicit such a response.

In hindsight, he hadn't been with anyone since the divorce.

Kelvin felt that he also needed to freshen up, but as he reached for the door, he realized something was wrong.

He couldn't open it!

Someone had locked the door from the outside.

He strode over to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and saw his grandfather with two servants using wooden planks and a hammer to seal the window shut. "Grandfather! What are you doing?"

He pounded on the glass window, making a loud banging sound, but it was all in vain. The people outside continued their work.

Old Mr. Foley looked at him with extreme disdain, blew on his graying beard, and said impatiently, "It's all because you're so useless! If you'd made Cheyenne give a child earlier, she wouldn't have been heartless enough to divorce you. Now, I'm helping you out, so you'd better appreciate it."

What did he mean?

"Grandfather, you can't do this!"

He could only imagine how furious Cheyenne would be if she came out of the bathroom and saw him still here.

"Alright, the effects of the drug are probably taking hold. If you were even a bit useful, I wouldn't have to resort to this. Kelvin, if you have any ability, prove yourself, or else don't blame me for kicking you out." After saying that, old Mr. Foley even tested the sturdiness of the window with his hand, patted it to his satisfaction, and left the second floor.

As he walked, he gave instructions to the housekeeper, "Most of the guests downstairs have left. Have the servants tidy up quickly. Oh, and lock up the second floor tonight. No one is allowed up there." "Where will you be staying, old Mr. Foley?"

"I'm going to the villa. I'll be back in three days. Do you think that boy can hold out for three days? I'm a little worried. Maybe we should administer a stronger dose?"

Joe was speechless.

Kelvin tried several times but couldn't open it. He began to feel a little frustrated and had to take off his coat and sit in the chair to calm himself down.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Cheyenne was startled by the knocking sound outside. She accidentally dropped the showerhead in her hand to the ground, and warm water flowed over her fair and delicate body. She almost collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

Hastily turning off the water, she quickly wiped herself dry with a towel and put on a random nightgown before stepping out of the bathroom to take a look.

Kelvin looked up at her opening the door and his eyes dimmed at the beautiful sight before him. His breathing also became a bit heavier.

Crystal clear water droplets dripped down from her hair onto her chest, and onto the slender red strap on her fair and delicate shoulder. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

One shoulder strap hung loosely on the arm, and the skirt length reached just above the thigh. A pair of slender feet stepped onto the white carpet.

Just after her bath, her face steamed by water vapor was flushed with a bright red color. The rosy lips were so vivid that they didn't need any lipstick, and they looked charming and attractive.

Kelvin knew better than anyone else how charming she was, or he wouldn't have lose his rationality and had so many passionate moments with her.

Cheyenne widened her eyes and stared at the man sitting on the chair, quickly covering her chest with her hand. She asked angrily, "Is there anything else you want, Mr. Foley? If not, then leave quickly!" Kelvin's gaze roamed uncontrollably up and down her waist and chest, growing increasingly thirsty.

He stretched out a slender hand and gracefully unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, pulling down his tie to reveal a tanned Adam's apple.

His chest was half-hidden under the shirt, with smooth lines and strong muscles. The handsome face with perfect lines and clear contours also added a touch of charm.

Cheyenne tightly bit her lip and took two steps back, the air becoming slightly stifling. She had underestimated Kelvin's influence on her.

Just one glance at her felt like there were countless ants gnawing away at her heart.

No. Cheyenne covered her face with her hands. The icy fingertips were against her burning cheeks, and she became slightly more sober as her body grew weaker.

Just as she took a step, her injured foot accidentally hit the chair, causing her to wince in pain. Her face turned pale and she fell onto the bed.

"Are you okay?"

Kelvin saw her curled up in pain and still got up to walk to her.

His large hand gripped her slender and delicate foot. He then looked at the bruised ankle and pressed it with his fingertips.

"Don't... Don't touch me, let go... Let go of me, ah..."

At the moment when his big hand grasped her ankle, Cheyenne felt an even stronger sense of strangeness in her body. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she glared at him with a mixture of coquettishness and anger in her eyes.

Her gaze felt like a spark that ignited the emotions he had suppressed for so long. He lowered his head without hesitation and captured her lips.

"Um..."

She clearly felt that his body was unusually hot, and when he hugged her, the beating of his heart in his chest also accelerated.

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