She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 210: Seeing Through Her Pretense of lliness Cheyenne finally realized that something was off in the room. She looked at old Mr. Foley's knowing smile, felt embarrassed and angry. She kicked Kelvin away with her dirty foot, leaving a dusty footprint on his black suit after stepping on the ground for a while.

She sat up with her long chestnut curly hair falling naturally on her thin shoulders, highlighting her stunningly beautiful face. In contrast, Kelvin was tense all over with his eyebrows furrowed tightly as he stared at his clothes for a few seconds.

Just then, the maid's panicked voice cfrom outside the door. "Something is wrong! Miss Berry has fainted!" Kelvin's expression changed when he heard this news. He glanced heavily at Cheyenne and reminded her to wait for him before turning around to leave.

"Why should 1?" Cheyenne, full of resentment and disdain, hopped off the bed and landed barefoot on the floor, accentuating the fragility of her injured foot.

However, her infuriating expression left Kelvin seething with frustration and nowhere to vent it. He turned away and left the room.

"Grandpa, can you watch over her? I'll be back soon." Old Mr. Foley initially had reservations about letting him go, but after witnessing the strained relationship between the two, he eventually agreed.

"Go ahead, but be sure to cback early," he said.

"Understood," Kelvin replied.

"And so he left, for his beloved Abbie had fainted. Cheyenne, what are you fantasizing about? Haven't you realized that you meant nothing to him? It had always been your unrequited love during those three years. Kelvin never said he liked you, nor was he ever friendly towards you. But he could be so gentle towards Abbie instead.' Cheyenne thought. She tried hard to pretend that she didn't care about but a disappointed look flashed across her eyes which was noticed by old Mr. Foley.

He walked towards her with a smile and pulled Emelia along with him in front of Cheyenne, requiring Emelia to make an apology.

Emelia reluctantly raised her chin, showed disgust on her face but had to give in.

Cheyenne saw the unwillingness in Emelia's eyes and felt pleasure. "I can't bear Miss Foley's apology; Besides, ignorance is bliss; I just didn't tell anyone that I could actually dance ballet." The smug look on Cheyenne's face made Emelia so angry. She finally understood this despicable woman was clearly setting a trap for her to fall into.

She was so foolish that she fell for it and even made Abbie embarrassed.

Old Mr. Foley didn't have much to say. After all, Emelia was in the wrong.

"Cheyenne, don't be angry. It's all my fault. First, take care of your foot injury." As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat quickly walked up and knelt down to examine Cheyenne's injuries.

"Grandpa, this has nothing to do with you." "That's good, I was afraid that if you got angry, you wouldn't even recognize me." He exaggeratedly wiped away his "tears" with his sleeve, and the sound of his fake crying sounded a bit awkward.

Cheyenne's lips twitched slightly as a voice tinged with amusement sounded in everyone's ears. “Grandpa, you act is so lousy. At least, you should squeeze out a couple of tears first." If it were anyone else, who would dare to speak to old Mr. Foley in such a manner? In the eyes of the Foleys, old Mr. Foley was an extremely strict and hot-tempered person. Just being stared at by him made everyone tremble, let alone making jokes in front of him.

Kelvin was a cold man who matured early under the guidance of old Mr. Foley. At the age of seventeen, he began to manage such a large company and becaccustomed to being reticent.

But old Mr. Foley openly favored Cheyenne, even more than his own legitimate granddaughter. Emelia's jealousy was like a rampant vine in the summer, instantly covering the entire wall of her heart and obscuring her rationality. Under the bright light, the woman's trembling eyelashes were particularly noticeable. Kelvin stood at the bedside, looking at the woman lying on the bed with a pale face, and for the first tlost his patience.

The long eyelashes trembled twice, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, evoking sympathy.

The person in a coma slowly "woke up" and her tear-filled eyes cto Kelvin's view.

He had to admit her acting was great. If he hadn't seen her true self just now, he would have blamed Cheyenne for this as before.

The tall shadow of the man enveloped her, his deeply chiseled and handsface showing no expression, while his profound eyes calmly gazed at her.

Abbie's heart skipped a beat as she felt the scrutinizing gaze upon her. Feeling a bit flustered, she called out, "Kelvin..." She felt like he had transformed into a different person, making her experience an unprecedented sense of strangeness and fear.

"Are you awake? Get ready, I'll have Chris take you back," Kelvin said. Just waking up and he already wanted her gone? Abbie bit down on her lower lip, clenching her fists under the covers. She pretended to groan in pain, holding onto her chest.

She leaned towards him as if she was about to embrace him. But Kelvin stepped back and looked at her with a deep gaze. "Do you really hurt?" he asked.

Abbie hesitated for a second before tears started streaming down her face. She raised a plain yet beautiful face towards him and said, "Kelvin, I... I didn't lie to you. It really hurts... Ahem... it's all my fault for being so weak that I got scared by Miss Lawrence's glare." At this point, she was still trying to push the blonto Cheyenne. Kelvin was even more disappointed in her but ignored her crying. He reached into his suit pocket and took out a shiny pearl from it.

He grabbed Abbie's hand and placed the pearl on it. The appearance of this pearl completely woke Abbie up; she looked at Kelvin with wide eyes as he gazed back at hers coldly. "This is yours; keep it safe." "Kelvin... Kelvin... I don't know how it fell off; maybe when I was dancing..." Her voice trembled as she tried hard to explain but Kelvin didn't wait for an explanation before turning around and walking out of the room without hesitation or looking back once.

Abbie stumbled barefooted off the bed after him, yelling desperately, "Kelvin! Please letexplain! But unfortunately, he had been deceived too many times by now. Even if he heard this heart-wrenching cry from behind, he did not stop his steps. Gradually, he walked farther and farther away.