She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 439: Like Air

Chapter 439: Like Air

Kelvin felt powerless and wondered why Cheyenne's focus was so different from what he thought.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Cheyenne's hand, placed on the table. His large hand covering her small hand was damp and hot.

She felt uncomfortable.

When she looked up into his shiny eyes, she saw herself reflected in them, and he was looking at her attentively.

"Trust me."

Cheyenne's fair face sank into contemplation at his words. Conflicted emotions surged like waves crashing against the shore, receding and advancing, coming and going.

All of these things were made up by Abbie... Should she trust Kelvin? The answer to this question had been in Cheyenne's mind all along. She had just been seeking a reason to believe Kelvin. Kelvin was a businessman, and integrity was the foundation of a businessman. From this perspective, he wouldn't lie.

As an aloof genius, he didn't seem inclined to lie either.

She knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't deceive her.

His expressions of displeasure and indifference were always so direct that it lacked any gentlemanly demeanor...

In the gaze he expected from her, Cheyenne finally nodded. Her lips parted slightly, and she exhaled as she said, "I believe you now. You can let go."

Don't think she didn't notice that his palm was sweaty and that he tried to rub his hand back and forth against hers...

In this hot summer weather, didn't he think it was dirty?

When she said she believed him, Kelvin finally smiled. The corners of his eyes lifted, and his icy and stern face lit up.

Before he could get too happy, another ruthless blow struck. Cheyenne's harsh words left him looking lost and pitiful.

"Kelvin, just because I believe you doesn't mean I forgive you. I was serious when I said those things in the office. Let's end it here."

She was tired.

She had been chasing after him for eight years... always looking up at his back. Even a little bit of care from him was enough to make her happy for days.

Cheyenne coldly withdrew her hand, picked up the white towel on the table, and meticulously wiped her hands. She rubbed each finger carefully, especially her hand back, applying force and rubbing it several times.

It was starting to turn a bit red.

A prickling sensation ran through Kelvin's throat. Just as he was about to speak... his hoarse voice hadn't even uttered the first syllable when the knocking on the door interrupted him.

The restaurant manager appeared in front of them with five or six handsome waiters.

The aroma-rich and appetizing dishes were served one by one, but the manager noticed that the atmosphere in the private room was off, causing him to break out in a cold sweat underneath his shirt. "Thank you, you can leave now."

Cheyenne didn't like people chattering in her ear while she was eating, especially now that she wasn't in a good mood. She directly refused the manager's hospitality. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Yes, please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just let us know."

After serving the food, the restaurant manager and the good-looking waiters left, leaving the private room to revert to its previous calm.

Cheyenne gathered all her emotions and once again put on a carefree and lazy smile on her delicate and beautiful face.

"Mr. Foley, it's time to eat. I'm hungry, let's eat first."

She rolled up her sleeves without hesitation and prepared to start eating. Her happy expression was completely different from her cold demeanor just now.

Kelvin had a thousand words in his heart but didn't know where to start. Cheyenne... I'm sorry.

Both of them ate their meals deep in thought, suddenly feeling that this expensive and authentic local cuisine was nothing special.

Compared to his elegant dining, Cheyenne appeared casual.

She had never been a lady, and she didn't need to pretend to be a "proper lady" in front of Kelvin. The most important thing was to eat her fill and leave.

The private room was so quiet that only their breathing and the sound of her chewing could be heard.

Kelvin saw her eating too quickly and was afraid she would choke, so he couldn't help but remind her in a soft voice with furrowed brows, "Cheyenne, slow down. It's still early, and no one is trying to take your food."

"I'm used to it."

She had always lived a life of alternating between being full and hungry, so she developed a habit of eating quickly.

Although it lacked elegance, it wasn't rude either.

Upon hearing his words, Kelvin felt even more distressed. He had never made an effort to understand her past and her habits.

He had only demanded Cheyenne based on his own standards... but his "standards" were rigid and bound by the rules of the aristocracy. Such rules only bred refined selfishness.

Cheyenne, on the other hand, wasn't restrained by those rules of etiquette.

She deserved a man who understood her, accepted her, and appreciated her, like the gentle and divine Benson by her side.

Kelvin's heart began to ache again. Cheyenne visited Benson every week. She accompanied him in practicing the piano, did his laundry, cooked for him, and read to him... she even accompanied that man to crowded and dirty places like the market.

The combined weight of Omari and Iker was probably not as important as that blind man.

His true rival was that elegant blind man.

Thinking of this, Kelvin's heart suddenly became heavy, as if burdened by a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

When he abandoned Cheyenne, it was Benson who stayed by her side.

On her birthday, it was Benson who prepared a surprise for her.

When she nearly lost both her baby, it was Benson who saved her with his own eyes.

The debt that Cheyenne owed that blind man was actually Kelvin's debt...

But no matter what, he would never give up on Cheyenne.

She was like the air he relied on to survive, seemingly invisible but indispensable.

Once he was separated from her, he would suffocate and die!

Having decided on his thoughts, Kelvin's gaze towards Cheyenne became even deeper and more indulgent, unable to hide his love for her.

Even though it hurt, he still loved her. How could he choose to let go?

He also believed that Cheyenne had the same feelings for him. When they were indulging in pleasurable activities just now, she had shown her emotions. Her voice was so alluring.

Even if, as she had said, her temporary infatuation with his body was just to fulfill her physical needs.

"Cheyenne, I've figured it out. I can be your friends with benefits! Please don't go looking for other men..."

His sudden revelation startled her, causing the soup in her mouth to spurt out.

"Pfft!"

Kelvin was right in front of her... The tiny spots of grease on his black suit immediately became uneven in color.

Cheyenne looked dumbfounded. After staying still for a few seconds, she suddenly hiccuped.

She felt as if the temperature around her had dropped several degrees, feeling a bit cold. She apologized while hugging her arms. "Mr. Foley, I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold it in."

She pursed her lips and gave him an annoyed look. "But it's not entirely my fault, you said something so thoughtless out of nowhere."

Various images involuntarily appeared in her mind, making her secretly swallow her saliva.

She couldn't deny that Kelvin had a superior physique and appearance, and had a certain pride in certain aspects.

But she wasn't a woman so hungry for sex, why would she want to have a ticking time bomb next to her?

Cheyenne silently composed herself while cautiously stealing glances at his dark and sullen face from the corner of her eye.

He was a neat freak... There was no way he would appear in front of others wearing a suit stained with grease.

Indeed, Kelvin took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the chair behind him. But he accidentally got some stains on his pants as well. The area was very awkward. "Cheyenne... You handle this!" The short sentence seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Kelvin's gaze froze like an icy abyss, making her even more guilty as she touched her delicate nose.

In a low voice, she continued to mutter, "But I can't just take off my skirt for you to wear."

"Wipe it off."

Suddenly, he domineeringly pulled her hand and stuffed a clean white towel into it, with a forceful attitude.

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