She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 222: It Was Just A Dream

Chapter 222: It Was Just a Dream

From the way things looked, it seemed like the beautiful girl and the man in black were the ones in love.

Didn't you see the look in his eyes? From the moment he appeared, he never took his eyes off her. The woman who claimed to be his current wife had no presence at all.

From Cheyenne's reaction, they could tell she had a handsome and excellent pursuer who loved her just as much. She didn't seem to care about fighting for a man.

It was like a couple having an argument, with the boyfriend not knowing how to coax her.

"Kelvin, are you crazy? Let me go... you're making me so angry. Don't touch me."

"It's too late. I don't even know how many times I've touched you already."

They used to have an intimate relationship where he knew every secret about her. What was this level of intimacy compared to that?

Their arguing voices grew quieter and quieter until Kelvin threw Cheyenne onto the passenger seat of his car and fastened her seatbelt before driving away.

The onlookers dispersed one by one.

The tree on the side of road broke its branches due to too much weight and leaves scattered everywhere as if it had experienced a terrible typhoon.

As for that five million dollar check, no one knew where it went anymore.

Sam straightened out his clothes, then walked towards his luxury car with long strides while warmly greeting Abbie,

"Miss Lawrence, I have something else going on, so I'll leave now. See you later."

After speaking, Sam left Abbie alone, who stared at the smashed car and angrily kicked it once.

While she was holding onto her chest with one hand while squatting down in pain, her gaze slowly turned into fierce determination.

The luxury car raced down the road with an extremely oppressive atmosphere inside; Cheyenne tried several times to undo her seat belt and jump out of window but Kelvin held onto her hand tightly each time. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

With only one hand holding onto the steering wheel, he turned around coldly and scolded angrily, "Are you trying to kill yourself? Sitting next to me really makes you feel this uncomfortable? You can't even stay with me for a few minutes?"

Cheyenne looked at him like she was looking at a monster and smirked coldly, "It is quite uncomfortable indeed. Kelvin, what do you want?"

The man tightly pursed his lips, with his hand on the steering wheel. The veins on the back of his hand were prominent, and his long and distinct knuckles clenched tightly. Sweat oozed from the palm of his hand.

He hesitated to speak.

The anger in his heart could not be expressed, and he didn't know what he was doing!

At the moment, when Sam crouched down to tend to her wound, she became unrecognizable to herself. Anger, jealousy, surprise... various emotions intertwined and ultimately broke through his

proud rationality.

Taking her away from Sam was not a momentary impulse, but rather his most genuine reaction from the bottom of his heart.

Kelvin quickly calmed himself down, released the hand he was holding, and let out a sigh.

After a moment of silence, he finally parted his lips and uttered a sentence. "Jumping off a moving vehicle is very dangerous. Don't attempt to do such foolish things."

If Cheyenne paid close attention, she would have noticed the worry in his eyes as he spoke. But unfortunately, she didn't.

"I don't need you to control me! What authority do you have to control me? Kelvin, we're not even considered friends."

Undoubtedly, Kelvin was angered again.

He was indeed in no position to intervene in anything related to Cheyenne anymore. They had divorced and even though they were once a couple, now they could not even be friends.

Cheyenne was even more decisive and resolute than he thought.

She used to be so clingy to him, trusting and pleasing him unconditionally. Thus, her cold shoulders towards him now made Kelvin miss the old her.

"You injured your foot. I just take you to the hospital out of kindness. Don't think too much about it. As for those three days, my grandfather drugged you. I apologize to you on his behalf. Or if you want any compensation, feel free to ask."

How Kelvin blamed his grandfather for everything that happened over the past three days clearly angered Cheyenne.

She curled her lips into a mocking smile and gazed at her reflection in the window. Her lips were still swollen and red from being kissed by Kelvin, but why did he have no sense of guilt?

'If it were not me but Abbie, would he offer a compensation too?'

"Compensation? No need, we are all forced into that situation. I don't need any compensation, just treat it as a dream and forget about it."

Kelvin clearly remembered how charming she looked when she was in his arms.

But then he thought about the coin on the bedside table again. Cheyenne said his skills in bed were only worth that little money.

Holding his breath, he was wondering, 'If it had been any other man, would she have been intimate with him as well?' But he couldn't bring himself to ask her about it. Just the thought of it upset him.

As Kelvin watched the indifferent expression on Cheyenne's face, he felt like giving himself a slap. If she didn't care, why should he? He gritted his teeth and muttered a few words of resentment under his breath. "Cheyenne, you're something else!"

Cheyenne put her phone away in her purse and looked at him with a smile. Her red lips curved upward.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Foley."

"Stop the car! I want to go to the Todd mansion!"

Kelvin drove on as if he hadn't heard her. Cheyenne reached out and rolled down the window. Only then did he turn around halfway and drive to the Todd mansion.

He glanced at her knee where there was an open wound that still had some blood oozing out of it - it was quite shocking to see.

"Why are you going to the Todd mansion when your leg isn't even treated yet?" Kelvin asked with concern but Cheyenne ignored him completely which made him frown tightly without saying another word.

An hour later, they arrived at Iker's Estate in Kelvin's luxury car. The security guard recognized Kelvin's car from their previous visit, so they were allowed entry.

From afar, they could see that beautiful white villa had been burned black by fire; firefighters dressed in orange suits were coming out one after another looking exhausted and sweaty from their work inside.

In front of them stood Kai Todd with his fourth wife and Davon. In the middle of them was a young man dressed in black home clothes sitting on wheelchair. He stared intently at black smoke before him with sharp eyes but also seemed lost in thought.

"Master Iker," came a clear familiar voice from behind, causing Iker's body to jolt. He turned around only for his eyebrows furrowed deeply upon seeing that she was injured!