She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 431: Pillow Talk Only heaven knows how long it took for someone as proud as Kelvin to utter such self-deprecating words.

Being the most eligible bachelor in Akloit, combined with his striking looks and model-like physique bestowed upon him by the heavens, he was surrounded by no shortage of admirers.

Countless women offered themselves to him...

Even though Kelvin, like other successful men, kept a string of lovers, it was nothing more than a scandalous rumor in other people's mouths.

He had the qualifications for it.

However, his abstinence prevented him from having any lingering affairs in his life, except for the occasional exception with Abbie due to a mix of sympathy and pity.

As proud as he was, he could never bring himself to pursue someone like this, let alone express his desire so boldly.

Cheyenne, however, treated his words as delusional rambling, laughing coldly and bluntly rejecting him at the door.

"Kelvin, I don't recall you losing your mind," she remarked.

With that, she roughly grabbed his suit collar and yanked it downward.

The black jacket peeled away, leaving him in a white shirt that showcased his handsface, with features resembling a work of art, exuding a cold and ethereal aura like a natural aristocrat.

His well-built chest filled out the shirt, perfectly fitting the stereotype of looking slim with clothes on but having muscle when unclothed.

If it were before, Cheyenne would have already clung onto him with both hands.

In Kelvin's eyes, she was naturally rebellious, arrogant, and greedy.

She was even more passionate and sincere when it cto matters of love, showing her true self down to her bones.

She couldn't resist now, but she pretended to be indifferent, standing to the side with a professional gaze, looking at him just like those lifeless props in a laboratory.

Kelvin refused to believe that Cheyenne lacked any trace of desire for him.

His big hand abruptly grabbed her delicate and petite chin, applying just enough pressure to make her look up at him.

His deep and magnetic voice sounded angrily in her ear as he stared at her in disbelief, "Cheyenne, stop pretending. Aren't you infatuated with that kind of sophisticated, cold, and passionate love?" And he fulfilled precisely those qualities.

Cheyenne gently lowered her thick lashes and focused on his hand, gripping his wrist with her small, fair, and smooth hands.

She twisted, breaking free from his grasp.

Her gaze carried a disdain that reached unprecedented heights as she looked at him.

Letting out a soft sigh, she turned around and walked towards a nearby shelf, stating, "Kelvin, let's just leave it at this. I did my best, and I'm tired." "Let's just leave it at this. I did my best." At first, these words didn't seem to hold any significance.

But upon rereading them, Kelvin felt as if his heart had been ripped to shreds.

Why did he only realize her worth after losing her? His gaze followed her slim figure, his lips tightly pressed into a straight line, his large hand clenched into a fist.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his fingertips turned icy cold.

With a somewhat hoarse voice, he called out her name, "Cheyenne, can't we..." Start afresh? Before he could utter those words, Cheyenne mercilessly interrupted him, returning with her medical box, her face expressionless as she approached him. Step by step, she closed in.

"Mr. Foley, please have a seat!" Her clear gaze held no emotions, as if she were treating an ordinary patient.

The feeling it evoked in Kelvin was like being crawled over by a myriad of ants, but in the end, he chose to sit down, pulling down a corner of his shirt with his back turned to Cheyenne.

Starting over was impossible. She had a strong aversion to dirty men, and even though Kelvin possessed the physique and appearance she desired, he had bectainted.

Cheyenne could never forget the sight of Abbie arrogantly lying on her bed, wearing her nightgown. Her delicate fingers, slightly cool to the touch, pressed against Kelvin's arm as she glanced at the yellowing gauze. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Didn't you change the dressing afterwards?” she asked. She vividly remembered giving Chris all the necessary supplies and instructing him on what to keep in mind. It had been almost four days since they left TWILIGHT, and Kelvin's wound showed no signs of improvement. In fact, it had started to fester. It was just not scientifically possible.

Listening to the anger and interrogation in her voice, Kelvin couldn't help but smile inwardly. However, he feigned indifference as he replied, "I was busy." That was why he had forgotten. "Even if you were busy, shouldn't you have changed the dressing? Don't you care about your hand anymore?" Cheyenne forcefully removed the gauze, even if it caused him pain! Kelvin gasped, biting his lip to endure the pain. In reality, even old Mr. Foley had forced the servants to change his dressing.

After that, he rinkled small amount of salt on the wound. It was excruciating. But the thought of using this an excuse to see Cheyenne was worth it.

He had made such a foolish self-inflicted act. Thinking back, Kelvin couldn't help but mock his own lack of rationale.

Finally, she showed stenderness. After cleaning the pus and blood around the wound with a cotton swab, she used a pair of metal tweezers to hold a cotton ball soaked in hydrogen peroxide and wiped it for disinfection.

As soon as the hydrogen peroxide was poured onto the wound, it began to bubble and produce a fine white foam. Those were all bacteria.

With a stinging and burning sensation, Kelvin's voice trembled slightly from the pain, but he still managed to say, "Cheyenne, please answer me, why don't you want to give us another chance?"

"What's there to be confused about? Can a normal person fall into the spit twice?" Cheyenne retorted. In response, Kelvin's lips slightly parted as he declared firmly, "Even if it's a pit, it can still be a happy one, can't it?" "Heh," Cheyenne rolled her eyes in response, almost wanting to pour the entire bottle of hydrogen peroxide over him.

"Kelvin, don't be so conceited. Do you know that women becwealthy after their loves died?" She chuckled lightly, continuing in a teasing tone, "You should consider yourself lucky that my desire for wealth didn't makekill you!" Kelvin was rendered speechless. He hadn't expected her to have such thoughts.

After carefully tending to his wound, Cheyenne rewrapped it with gauze and lowered her head to tidy up the supplies as if giving him a signal to ifigid leave. Kelvin's fingers, in the midst of buttoning up his shirt, slowed down when he caught sight of the earring on the table. He took a step forward. He picked up the earring, studying it intently for a few seconds. Just as Cheyenne turned around, she saw him holding the earring and immediately rushed forward, snatching it from him.

Infuriated, she questioned, "What are you doing?" After what had happened with the video, she had no intention of having any further interaction with Kelvin. She was wary of him hiding evidence or messages to protect someone.

Her obvious guarded expression infuriated Kelvin. "Cheyenne! Isn't it too much to condemn a personita a lifetof imprisonment for one accidental mistake? Even a death row inmate should have the chance to appeal for a reduced sentence, shouldn't they?" Kelvin had never spoken so softly in his life. He acknowledged his past mistakes and the harm he had caused her. Can't she see that he was gradually changing?