She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 220: Disliking It

Chapter 220: Disliking It

The scene was inexplicably harmonious. The man was tall and handsome, wearing a white suit that accentuated his prince-like elegance, making people willingly submit to him.

His unparalleled demeanor should have placed him at the pinnacle of success, yet he willingly crouched in front of her to tend to her wound.

The scene was sweeter than any idol drama, with many girls casting envious glances and screaming in excitement.

Cheyenne felt nothing but embarrassment.

A cold gaze shot towards her like a sharp blade of frost in winter, full of dominance.

Kelvin watched the intimate interaction between the two with an inexplicable jealousy rising within him. He had known Sam for years and had never heard him talk about women before. Everyone in Akloit knew that Master Sam suffered from mysophobia and gynophobia.

At a social event once, a female server accidentally touched his hand and was immediately fired by Sam. He turned pale as he walked towards the bathroom amidst everyone's stares. When he came out again later on, both hands were red from washing them too much.

But now he knelt down before Cheyenne with tenderness on his face as he helped wipe away the wound on her knee. Why? Did he like Cheyenne?

When did this start?

Kelvin's mind kept wondering about these questions that seemed unbelievable to him.

He thought back to a few days ago when they played pool together; after which Sam personally drove Cheyenne home. Since then, Kelvin had noticed show Sam treated this woman differently.

Abbie looked at the two with hatred in her eyes; she used to admire Sam when she was younger because of his talent and looks that were no less impressive than Kelvin's - teachers even called him "a once- in-a-century genius".

Unlike Kelvin who could be aloof sometimes, Sam always appeared gentle without ever getting angry; there would always be warmth behind those gentle eyes.

It wasn't until after all those girls who confessed their love for him got rejected one by one did everyone realize there lay beneath this man's gentle facade an unfeeling heart. Why did it have to be Cheyenne?

Anyone else would do - why specifically choose Cheyenne?

What does she have that makes Kelvin marry hery while Mr. Lara follows along devotedly? Now even Master Sam is taking care of her with such tenderness.

She couldn't accept it! What did Cheyenne have that she didn't, besides looks?

"Master Sam, what are you doing? It's so awkward. You must have seen the way people are looking at us, like they want to tear me apart. It's terrifying," she said. And it wasn't an exaggeration; the stares were intense.

But Sam didn't seem to care at all. He just smiled with a hint of natural charm in his eyes as he spoke clearly, "As long as you don't feel awkward, then no one else should either." But the problem was that she did feel awkward...

The first time they met, he avoided her completely. The second time he acted like a gentleman and now on their third encounter, he was helping her bandage up her wounds? It was all too confusing for her.

She had long passed the age where she would indulge in fantasies; Kelvin had taught her what reality meant through some painful experiences but Cheyenne had no regrets about it. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I'll do this myself," Cheyenne snatched away the cloth from him and quickly tied a bow around her knee before tightening it which made her grit teeth in pain.

"Tsk tsk tsk... You're so cruel to yourself even though you're not like those other delicate ladies who whine over every little thing," remarked Sam who had seen many spoiled rich girls complain over small injuries or post them on social media for attention-seeking purposes.

Cheyenne wasn't like them - she was more like a warrior with strong willpower who could endure pain without showing any sign of discomfort.

"Why are you here?" She asked curiously

Sam looked at her with amusement before answering nonchalantly, "Of course I came because your dominance attracted me here; I thought there might be something fun going on."

Fun? Wasn't that referring to when she smashed Abbie's car?

"I can't tell if you're complimenting or insulting me," Cheyenne replied playfully

"Well, it really is fun and satisfying! If you want to experience it too, then your Rolls-Royce can also be smashed."

It was just a joke but surprisingly enough, Sam nodded his head approvingly while indulgingly saying, "Sure thing! As long as you're happy, Miss Lawrence, material possessions mean nothing." Everyone present felt emotional hearing this statement - things that others worked hard for their entire lives were treated so casually by these wealthy people as if they were mere toys.

Cheyenne was taken aback by his gaze, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. But she refused to believe that Sam could fall for her after just two meetings.

"Ahem... let's forget about it. I can't afford your Rolls-Royce, I haven't paid Miss Berry's Porsche yet."

The two of them continued chatting as if Abbie and Kelvin weren't even there, leaving Kelvin feeling betrayed by both his friend and the woman he loved. Abbie's pitiful crying only added to his frustration. "Kelvin... Miss Lawrence smashed your car. I'm sorry, I didn't protect it well enough. It's only been two or three days..."

Cheyenne walked up to Kelvin with her head held high and hands crossed in front of her chest, looking him straight in the eye.

"That's right, I smashed it."

She even sounded somewhat pleased with herself.

"Why?"

Kelvin arrived late and didn't know what had happened between the two of them before he got there. In the past, he would have blamed Cheyenne based solely on Abbie's tears.

But Cheyenne's nonchalant expression made it impossible for him to tell if she was telling the truth or not.

"I just didn't like it. Is that reason enough?"

"Did you not like the car or did seeing Abbie make you uncomfortable?"

As soon as he spoke those words, Cheyenne felt a jolt in her heart - how did he know?

"It was both. I have zero tolerance for someone I hate. Mr. Foley knows this about me."

"Cheyenne! Don't be stubborn; let's talk properly," said Kelvin sternly as he grabbed hold of her wrist tightly. She wasn't usually so unreasonable.

The pressure on her wrist caused Cheyenne to wince, her delicate face grimaced, yet she kept smiling. "You call this being stubborn? Smashing your car wasn't just an act of stubbornness; I'll pay for it!"

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