She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 450: White Shirt

Chapter 450: White Shirt

Kelvin's heart leaped with joy at this discovery. He slowly got up and walked towards the bookshelf in the office, pushing open the door to a hidden room.

A small bedroom appeared in front of Cheyenne. With furrowed brows, she watched as he took out a white towel from the wardrobe and walked back, extending a large hand to hand her the towel. "You're all soaked. Take a hot bath and change your clothes first."

A blush spread across Cheyenne's face, even her neck turning red... Her earlobes trembled uncontrollably.

What the hell did Kelvin want to do?

She slapped away his hand and let out a cold snort. "No need, just give me the earring back. I want to leave!"

"You go take a bath and change your clothes first. It's easy to catch a cold like this. Otherwise, I won't give you back the earring."

His attitude was clear.

Cheyenne was furious, standing up from the sofa like an angry cat. She glared at him and unleashed a string of angry words.

But Kelvin was captivated by her half-opened, red lips, paying no attention to what she said.

"Alright, Kelvin, you did take my things! You despicable and shameless person, are you a pervert? You can't even wear that earring." Kelvin, seeing her anxious and impulsive behavior, became even more convinced of the importance of this earring to her.

So, Cheyenne would agree.

"You go take a hot bath, change your clothes, and when you come out, I'll give you the earring."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud sneeze echoed in the space.

"Ah-choo!"

Kelvin's eyes immediately changed. He draped the white towel over her slender shoulders without allowing her to refuse.

Warmth enveloped her, and Cheyenne instantly felt much more comfortable.

She just couldn't resist the touch of warmth. She didn't refuse his gesture of wrapping the towel around her.

"Go ahead."

"Remember what you said. Give me the earring."

Cheyenne gritted her teeth and walked toward Kelvin's temporary resting room, her petite figure exuding an air of resolute determination.

As if his small room was a hell on earth.

Thump.

Cheyenne closed the door, blocking the blazing gaze behind her.

As soon as she entered the room and smelled the fragrance that belonged to him, her heart in her chest uncontrollably started racing. The temperature on her face rose even more. She leaned weakly against the door panel, pressing a soft white hand against her heart. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Why was it racing?

Wasn't it just taking a bath on hihis territory?

She had even borrowed Master Iker's bathroom before.

Yes, there was nothing to make a big fuss about. Just consider it a free bathhouse.

After realizing this, Cheyenne forced herself to calm down. She lifted her two slender and fair legs and walked towards the bathroom.

The clean and neat white decoration greeted her eyes. Though small, it had all the necessary amenities, including a showerhead, bathtub, toilet, and clothes rack.

On the washbasin, there were his toothbrush and other items. Above the round mirror hung a red hair tie with a small cherry on it.

When Cheyenne saw this small hair tie, her mind went blank for a moment. Her gaze fell absentmindedly on the figure reflected in the mirror, and her thoughts and emotions stirred.

This hair tie was hers.

She had only been to his room once, to give him a gift. After that, she ended up sleeping and spending the entire afternoon with him on this bed.

By the time she woke up, she was already in the bed at the Foley Mansion.

That hair tie must have been left behind from that time.

It had been almost three and a half years. How could Kelvin allow such a thing to stay in his personal space?

Cheyenne took a deep breath and reached up to tie her long hair into a bun with a hair tie.

In the mirror, she looked no different from when she was eighteen, except for the change in her makeup, which made her appear more glamorous and seductive. Kelvin had missed out on her, it was truly his loss.

She thought narcissistically.

The office had mediocre soundproofing, and the sound of rushing water came through the closed bathroom door. This ordinary sound now had a different taste in his ears. Kelvin had planned to take care of some paperwork while she was taking a shower.

However, as he listened to the sound of water, his heart became unsettled, feeling an inexplicable heat and his mind filled with explicit images.

The veins on the back of his hand holding the pen became prominent, and the metallic tip of the pen punctured the paper, creating a hole with great force.

A faint black ink stain was left on the thin A4 paper.

Right where the signature was supposed to be.

Damn it, this was the document that needed to be signed tomorrow morning.

Kelvin, who always demanded perfection in his work, couldn't allow himself to handle something flawed. All he had to do was tear up the document, download it again, and print a new copy for signing. But mistakes kept happening.

After wasting four or five contracts, Kelvin finally resolved the issue.

In summary, it was all because Cheyenne was tempting him.

Click.

A sound came from the wooden door, followed by the scent of warm water vapor mixed with the fragrance of pine-scented shower gel and her intoxicating rose scent.

The summer sun outside made the lighting a bit dim.

For a moment, his memory seemed to freeze in this second, in this summer morning filled with the scent of rosemary.

Cheyenne stood at the doorway, holding onto the door frame with one hand. She was wearing his white shirt, with the top button left undone, revealing a slender and smooth neck. Due to their height difference, Kelvin's shirt reached just above her thighs, covering her round and firm buttocks.

Her innerwear was also wet, revealing that she was not wearing anything underneath the shirt, leaving much to the imagination.

Kelvin couldn't help but stare at her long and slim legs, feeling an uncontrollable urge to swallow.

Cheyenne grabbed her wet hair and shook it, asking in a cold voice, "Do you have a hairdryer?" "No," he replied.

When he saw her alluring curves, his eyes grew even darker.

"Come here."

His commanding tone of voice was something she disliked. It had always been like this before. When he wanted something, he would call her over in a superior manner. While Cheyenne was contemplating whether to dry her hair with a towel or blow dry it, Kelvin suddenly lifted her onto his knees.

"What are you doing!"

She exclaimed in panic, trying to get up, but her waist was firmly held by his big hand.

She couldn't break free.

"Don't move, I just want to dry your hair for you."

His husky voice whispered next to her ear, his warm breath spraying on her delicate neck, causing her body to tremble slightly. She felt like danger was approaching.

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