She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 381: Mr. Foley Is Shameless 'Kelvin, do you really think you can retrieve spilled water once again? A broken mirror can be mended, but how do you mend a broken heart?' 'My heart had already been shattered into countless tiny pieces. Even more fragmented than the glass shards from earlier, they stabbed deep into my flesh.' Kelvin was still waiting for her response, but in this environment, he couldn't see Cheyenne's expression on her face. His heart grew even more restless, imagining that she must be full of contempt? Or maybe she would be a little bit touched by his words? Unfortunately, Cheyenne's reply was indifferent and nonchalant. "Do whatever you want!" In the dark night, a faint trace of sadness appeared in her eyes that were once bright and radiant. Kelvin forced a bitter smile.

He had no right to ask Cheyenne to forgive him. All of this was the result of his own actions, wasn't it? As tticked by, Kelvin leaned against the icy wall. The pain from his wound prevented him from falling asleep. His eyes stared ahead.

In the darkness devoid of light, a person's mind would settle down, as if their face and soul found peace in this moment.

However, the brain would unconsciously becactive, filled with random thoughts.

Kelvin's mind was filled with the image of Cheyenne when he first met her. The girl leaning against the door, looking at him with clear and passionate eyes, her bright smile as radiant as the sun, was utterly captivating.

Her adorable and clingy appearance...

Her affectionate gaze...

On the day of their divorce, her silhouette, elegantly leaving in a black dress, played in his mind... every scene was filled with Cheyenne.

Until a subtle and rhythmic breathing reached his ears, the sound of her light slumber. Listening to her sleep peacefully, Kelvin finally snapped out of his daze.

His heart gradually filled with her presence. He consoled himself, thinking that it was good to be able to quietly accompany her like this.

The night grew deeper.

The temperature in the room kept dropping, and Cheyenne shivered, unintentionally touching Kelvin's hand. Why were her hands so cold? The man, who had been resting his eyes, suddenly opened them. He reached out his warm hand.

As expected, her body was cool.

Yes, she was wearing such a thin dress... How could she not feel cold? Even he, a grown man, found it somewhat challenging to endure this faint, chilling air.

Kelvin shifted his body and took off his suit jacket, draping it over Cheyenne's shoulders before pulling her into his embrace.

Sleeping in a daze, Cheyenne suddenly felt a burst of warmth behind her. Unconsciously, she moved closer to the "fireplace"! It was so warm.

Her hands instinctively wrapped around Kelvin's waist, unaware of her actions. She was so soft and sweet, and Kelvin could smell her scent, so close to him. Lecherous thoughts flashed through his mind.

His throat rolled.

He couldn't help but be distracted by Cheyenne... He had only wanted to help her ward off the cold, but she willingly threw herself into his arms.

Kelvin gritted his teeth, enduring his desire, trying to think of something else to distract himself.

The next moment, a pair of icy feet appeared on his chest.

Cheyenne felt cold and hated the cold, especially during winter. So when she slept, she liked to rub her feet against his shin while he was asleep.

After hesitating for a second, he carefully held onto Cheyenne's ankle and placed her foot on his belly... Only at this moment did he realize how delicate and petite she was.

With just one embrace, he could completely envelop her in his arms.

Kelvin had always thought that only women like Abbie, who were weak and prone to illness, could be considered delicate and pitiful.

Cheyenne, like a small hedgehog with sharp quills all over, would face the world with her own thorns, far from being pitiful.

But now he realized that Cheyenne was even shorter than Abbie by more than half a head. From a purely physical perspective, she was the delicate one.

After she removed all her thorns, she was just a little girl longing for warmth.

Her passionate spirit could also be extinguished by cold water.

A burning heart could also be frozen.

When she couldn't hear him, Kelvin, with his head lowered, whispered softly in her ear, "Cheyenne, I'm sorry." His voice was so low, almost indistinguishable.

This was the first tsince he had apologized to someone in his life.

As he held her, Kelvin, surprisingly, felt that the pain from his wounds wasn't as intense as before.

He gently pressed his thin lips against her forehead, leaving a light kiss.

Kelvin thought he would quickly fall into a deep sleep that night, considering so much blood flowed out of his wound, but he couldn't.

His mind was muddled and filled with thoughts.

The past, the present... but he didn't dare to think about the future.

Where would his future go? Would there still be her presence?

As dawn arrived and the temperature began to gradually rise with the appearance of the sun, the room remained dark. He heard a soft O sound from the girl in his arms, indicating that she was about to wake up. Kelvin hesitated whether to let her go... He felt reluctant, and his hand was numb from maintaining the sposition all night. "Hiss..." He couldn't help but gasp.

Cheyenne, on the other hand, felt that she hadn't slept so soundly in a long time. She slowly opened her eyes and instinctively touched her surroundings with her hands. Warm... there was a thin layer of a white shirt fabric separating her, which covered Kelvin's indescribable area.

She panicked and struggled out of his embrace, with her clothes falling to the ground.

How could she end up sleeping in his arms? This was ridiculous!

Suddenly, Cheyenne remembered the "fireplace" in her dream last night. So... did she willingly throw herself at him? Just as she was puzzled, a magnetic and husky voice sounded in her ear, with a hint of sexiness.

"Could you move your feet away? Otherwise, I might get hurt." As he spoke, Cheyenne, still dazed, instinctively rubbed her feet...

Vertically? It was scorching! "Kelvin, have a little decency, will you?" He's practically dying and still has such dirty thoughts!