She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 339: First Kiss In Kelvin's scattered and pitiful memories, he seemed to have never kissed Cheyenne's lips before. Of course, not with any other woman either. The act of exchanging saliva through mouth-to-mouth contact disgusted him, and as a germophobe, he believed he would never do such a disgusting thing in his lifetime.

Except for the last time, when he unknowingly touched her lips after being drugged. But at that moment, his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn't remember the taste.

Turns out, she was so sweet.

As Kelvin regretted missing out on this delightful experience in his mind, the slightly awkward and domineering kiss made Cheyenne flustered. She wanted to push him away, but when her hand pressed against his scorching chest, it felt weak and powerless.

Damn it.

Did he drug her? And he only knew how to bite forcefully, without any skill. Cheyenne felt like her teeth were about to be crushed. Just as she was about to scold him, Kelvin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her beautiful and delicate face blushed uncontrollably.

Finally, using all her strength, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap to his face.

The loud sound reached even Abbie, who was in the room at the end of the corridor.

Following that, Cheyenne exclaimed, “Kelvin, you jerk!” Her voice carried a strong sense of anger.

Kelvin, seemingly unfazed, touched his lips with a calm expression, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face. He mumbled to himself in a daze, "So, this is what kissing feels like." 'Are you pretending? You're continuing to pretend! Acting like it's the first kiss. Who would believe that?' A red mark quickly appeared on Kelvin's handsface, and he looked slightly embarrassed. The redness accentuated his deep, gloomy eyes, giving them a somewhat intimidating aura.

Her brief timidity lasted only a second. In fact, Cheyenne felt much more comfortable after slapping him. This scumbag had tormented her for a whole eight years, and she had just slapped him once - quite a deal! A brief silence followed. Cheyenne expected Kelvin to retaliate in anger, but he just stared at her with burning intensity, making no move.

As the silence lingered, Cheyenne felt her neck getting sore, so she quietly diverted her gaze. "Kelvin, what exactly do you want to do? Let go!" Seeing her turning her neck, Kelvin guessed that she might be tired. So, he retracted his arm and instead took her hand.

After more than two months, it was the first tthey held hands again, and he felt a bit nervous, afraid that Cheyenne might pull away.

As expected, as soon as their palms touched, she recoiled as if she had touched something dirty, quickly pulling her hand away. In the end, she even wiped it on her clothes.

Her voice, cold as frost, said, "Don't touch me." Her intense resistance made Kelvin feel uncomfortable. He replied with a darkened face, "I just wanted you to rest early, to escort you back to your room." Escort her back to her room? It was just a short distance. Why did she need him to hold her hand? Thinking about Abbie lying on that bed wearing his pajamas just now made her feel disgusted, let alone continuing to sleep in that room. Kelvin saw the disdain on Cheyenne's face. Just as she was about to call Joe, he suddenly picked her up and headed towards his room. “Let go of me! Kelvin, have you not had enough of my slaps?" This sudden change startled her, and her small hands nervously gripped his arm as she exclaimed in panic. The mark from the previous slap was still there. Was he planning to balance it out with another one on the other side? Kelvin coldly carried her, kicked open his room door, casually locked it, and then threw her onto his bed.

His room was decorated in black and gray, even the curtains were heavy silver-gray ones that blocked out the light.

Cheyenne fell into the bed saturated with his scent, and her heart, pretending to be calm, started beating irregularly.

She sat up abruptly and stared at him warily and fiercely.

Seeing her like this, Kelvin found it quite interesting. She was the one who had seduced him before. Now, she was acting like this.

In the realm of love and not love, she cand left with great momentum, leaving no room for hesitation. On the contrary, Kelvin found himself sinking deeper and deeper into it.

Kelvin, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, said impatiently, "Cheyenne, don't overthink it. I just think that you should rest well since you're injured." Just that? Then there was no need to carry her into his room! The Foley Mansion was so big, there were plenty of rooms. It couldn't be that, apart from that room, there were no other available rooms! As if sensing her thoughts, Kelvin lied shamelessly, "The other rooms haven't been cleaned up, so you can sleep here for now." "I refuse to sleep in the sbed with you! Kelvin, I want to emphasize again that we are divorced," she earnestly declared. "Hehe..." A deep and magnetic laughter echoed in her ears, making them tingle.

Kelvin, looking down at her condescendingly, sneered, "Cheyenne, you really darẹ to think. Did say want to sleep with you? Even if you want it, I won't agree. I have an early meeting tomorrow morning; otherwise..." Otherwise what? Her face alternated between pale and red. Gritting her teeth, she angrily cursed Kelvin as a beast while deciphering the hidden meaning in his words.

"Otherwise, I'll go to the study next door to sleep. Think more rationally, missy."

In the past, it was the same. Despite his aloof demeanor, he married a woman who loved to talk dirty.

m G Cheyenne Often liked to chatter in his ear, and whenever she did, he would pick her up and throw her onto the bed. When she got tired, she naturally fell asleep, and the conversation would dwindle.

Sleeping Cheyenne was much cuter than when she was awake.

Kelvin conscientiously grabbed a pillow and walked towards the tatami mat near the window, which was only 1-5 meters long. Covered with a gray plush blanket, Kelvin's 1. 85-meter tall body curled up, looking quite cramped. X Cheyenne watched him lie down like that. His furry legs hung outside the tatami mat, and the thin blanket barely covered his abdomen. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.

After observing him for a few seconds, Cheyenne, unable to resist her drowsiness, turned away from Kelvin and fell asleep on her side.