She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 353: She'S On A Date With Sam

Chapter 353: She's on a Date with Sam

Kelvin scrutinized her attire more carefully. She had even applied a touch of elegant makeup... Quite a challenging feat for Cheyenne who had the habit of sleeping in.

After being stunned, Kelvin put on a grim face and thought, 'So, she dolled up this early just for a date with Sam?'

Going to the library together was a kind of naive romance reserved for students. He thought Cheyenne had only been to the library with him in her entire life. Apparently, she could go with someone else too. Kelvin's heart stung with a dull pain, finally understanding a fraction of the pain she went through in the past. But he couldn't bear it.

His thoughts abruptly returned to many years ago when Cheyenne was seventeen, in her second year of high school, and her academic performance was abysmal. He, on the other hand, was tasked with an important duty by his grandfather - tutoring her!

Despite his refusal, he couldn't escape his grandfather's orders, and she persistently visited him every day.

'Help me with my studies, I swear it's only math. Hehe, you don't want people outside saying, your wife only scored nine on the final exam, right?'

Ninety points? His face immediately darkened. He sarcastically retorted, 'You're really something. Can't you just randomly pick ABCD for choice questions? Nine points seem a bit too much!'

The pitiful girl pointed at her head with teary eyes. 'I perfectly picked the wrong choices for all the choice questions!'

Kelvin sneered sarcastically, 'Cheyenne, next time, just choose C for everything. I don't have time for you!'

After saying that, he prepared to leave. Suddenly, a pair of tender, and slim arms hugged him from behind. Her enchanting face peeked out from under his arm.

'Hubby, you're amazing! My math teacher told me the same thing. He begged me, saying if I didn't know, just choose C!'

He had never been so intimately close to a girl. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, he felt a soft touch on his back. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Realizing what was happening, Kelvin shook off her hands as if avoiding a virus, a cold expression on his face. 'You, a seventeen-year-old girl, can you have some shame? Who is your husband?' 'Oh, you!' Cheyenne acted as if she hadn't seen his anger, smiling, she hooked her arm around his and led him toward her study.

'Ah, we're engaged. Aren't you my husband? Aren't you satisfied with a youthful girl like me being your wife?'

'Show some self-respect! Shameless. Who brags like this?'

She casually glanced down at her chest. Proudly, she puffed out her chest, becoming serious for a second.

'I misspoke. I'm not just yourthful, but have a very good figure! Take a look, won't you?'

Kelvin, feeling infuriated, took a quick glance. It was summer, hot, and she hated constraints, always going out in a white camisole.

The girl was at a youthful age, but her figure had developed extremely well - delicate collarbones, a slender neck, and those two soft and protruding curves.

Her figure wasn't inferior to those swimsuit models with outstanding figures featured in magazines. Just one look was enough to make one's blood boil.

He immediately turned around, pulled out a black suit from the closet, and threw it at her. He coldly issued a command.

'If you want me to tutor you, fine. But from now on, don't dress like this! Damn it! Is your family so poor that you don't even have one decent piece of clothing?'

It took over forty minutes to drive from the Lawrence Villa to here. She dressed like this, and who knows how many people saw her on the way.

Thinking about it, Kelvin felt increasingly irritable. He thought the reason was the summer heat, easily causing one to become irritable.

Cheyenne just stupidly looked down at the black suit jacket in her arms.

The black suit jacket on her barely covered her buttocks, reaching just below her thighs. She wore a blue denim fringe skirt with holes, making it look like she wasn't wearing pants at all. Her legs were fair and slender. Kelvin opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, silently closing the study door.

While tutoring her, Cheyenne was clearly infatuated, her bright eyes fixated on him, a slight blush on her face.

Kelvin frowned; he sacrificed precious work time to help her with her assignments.

He knocked on her forehead with a large hand and coldly reminded her, 'Pay attention to your mistakes. These are elementary errors even a primary school student wouldn't make. Cheyenne, are you a fool?' She touched her forehead in protest, muttering, 'Don't bully me for being uneducated. In primary school, do they have elliptical eccentricities?'

Kelvin's lips twitched, and he picked up the pen she had left on the table. Quickly writing next to the problem, his magnetic voice sounded in her ear, 'Let F1 and F2 be the two foci of the ellipse... Choose B for this question. Are you a fool to go for C?'

'Well, didn't you say to choose C if you didn't know? Now it seems like it's better to choose B, a higher chance.'

Kelvin was rendered speechless. After he had painstakingly explained the problem for so long, she was still pondering the likelihood of B and C.

What a hopeless case!

Later, she would often arrange to meet him in the library. Despite being a lazy person, every weekend, she would get up early and secure a spot half an hour in advance. Knowing he liked black coffee, she steadfastly prepared it for him. One day, she sneakily took a sip and nearly spat it out on the spot.

'So bitter.'

How could his mood be good all day after drinking such bitter coffee so early in the morning?

So, Cheyenne always secretly added some sugar to his coffee. The first time, Kelvin found the taste strange. However, he gradually got used to this slightly sweet and bitter coffee.

He knew it was her deliberate act, but he never exposed her trick.

On weekends, the library was less crowded than usual. She once boldly stole a kiss from him near the bookshelves, casually drew a cartoon version of him on her test paper, and boredly wrote their names on the table with a pencil.

He knew all of this.

Kelvin came back to his senses, and a firm thought emerged in his heart: Cheyenne is the only sugar in that cup of black coffee.

Unexpectedly, Cheyenne's expression remained calm. She lazily glanced at him while continuing to eat her candied hawthorns. 'Mr. Foley, coincidence.'

'Not a coincidence. I was planning to find you.'

His gaze fixed on Cheyenne's fair face, and he walked towards her with long strides. His large, black figure enveloped her.

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