She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 451: Continue



Chapter 451: Continue

Cheyenne felt Kelvin's gentle touch as his fingertips passed through her hair while he was drying it. She discreetly lifted her eyelids to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the glass.

All she could faintly see was his resolute and cold profile, his head slightly lowered, making it difficult to discern his expression.

Throughout the process, she surprisingly sat quietly on his lap without struggling to get down. This obedient and well-behaved demeanor made Kelvin unable to get enough of her.

It reminded him of how cute, obedient, and fond of sticking to him she used to be. Back then, he found it bothersome...

Grandfather was right, he didn't know how to appreciate the good things in life.

The clock on the wall was ticking slowly, and raindrops were falling steadily on the eaves outside the window. The sound was hypnotic.

Cheyenne was getting bored to the point of falling asleep. Feeling uncomfortable, she twisted her neck and touched her dry hair.

Kelvin awkwardly grabbed her sleek and beautiful chestnut hair, divided it into three sections, and began braiding it with interest. Startled, Cheyenne turned her head to look at his movements. Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered with disbelief. "Why are you braiding my hair?" Why?

Perhaps it was because her hair was exceptional, and her docile and cute sleepy appearance resembled a Barbie doll that he couldn't resist giving it a try.

But he didn't know how to braid hair. This was the first time in his life that he had done it for a girl. He didn't even have a comb, so he simply used his hands to run through her hair. Fortunately, Cheyenne's hair was smooth, and it didn't look too messy.

Kelvin had seen how she braided her hair before-it was simple. But it turned out that reality didn't align with his imagination. Cheyenne's hair was like silk, too slippery for him to grasp with his rough hands that were used to holding pens.

He didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting her.

He had to hold his breath and cautiously grasp her hair, repeatedly undoing and redoing the braid countless times, trying to make it satisfactory.

Just when he felt it was finally acceptable, Cheyenne woke up.

A hint of unnatural blush flickered across Kelvin's face as he quickened his movements. When he finished braiding at the end of her hair, he used the red cherry hair tie she had been wearing to secure it. Finally, something unexpected happened.

He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a red gift box. It was neither too big nor too small, with a square shape and a matching bow tied on top of it. He handed it to Cheyenne and commanded in a cold voice, "Open it and take out what's inside."

Curiosity rose within Cheyenne as she received the mysterious gift from him. She opened the box and discovered a white pearl hair clip lying peacefully on a black velvet fabric. The clip was in the shape of a simple barrette, with a timeless and classic design.

Most importantly, it was her favorite hair clip.

Cheyenne stared at the pearl hair clip in silence for a long time. She had given this clip to Kelvin as a tie clip before, but he had disdainfully tossed it aside. She hadn't asked about it since then. She had assumed he had thrown it away, just like that painting.

While she was lost in thought, a pair of hands with distinct knuckles picked up the pearl hair clip and gently fastened it at the side of her temple. The chestnut hair contrasting against the silver-white pearl created a striking contrast.

The elegant and refined qualities of the pearl were perfectly showcased in her. When Cheyenne thought about removing the hair clip and returning it to him, she hesitated. It was originally hers, so why return it?

Suddenly, Cheyenne got up from his lap, leaving his embrace. The sudden emptiness allowed the cold air from outside to flow in, and Kelvin felt a sense of loss.

But in the next moment, Cheyenne held out her delicate hand, palm up, and looked down at him proudly, with her chin lifted.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Give me the earring," she demanded.

Seeing this, Kelvin reluctantly took out the earring from his suit pocket. He grabbed her small hand and placed the earring in her palm, white expressing his concern, "Cheyenne, if you want earrings, I can give you new ones. This has been worn by Abbie, why dwell on it? You deserve something better."

Before he could finish speaking, his neck suddenly tightened. Cheyenne's slender hand held the collar, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger, as if flames were about to burst out. She said each word through gritted teeth, "What did you just say? This earring belongs to Abbie?"

Kelvin reached out and grasped her

delicate wrist looking at her angry expression with a pleased smile on his face. Deliberately mentioning Abbie, he said, "Are you jealous? This earring was not a gift from me to her If I were going to give her something, it wouldn't be something cheap like this."

Cheap!

Cheyenne had checked yesterday on the official website, and this pair of earrings cost over 20, 000. How could it be called cheap? True, compared to Kelvin's lavish displa of cars and mansions, a pair of earrings seemed insignificant.

She let go of the collar of his shirt, which now had a broken button, revealing a glimpse of his shirt and a red tie, giving him a somewhat decadent appearance.

Without a doubt, she gave him a big eye roll. "Being jealous is the last thing I'll do. Mr. Foley, you're overthinking."

After a second, her expression returned to its usual coldness, and she picked up the earrings, ready to leave. Kelvin couldn't let her leave. He grabbed her slender waist, pulling her back into the room.

A deep and low laugh resonated behind her as his other hand caressed her smooth shoulder through the shirt. "Don't go."

"Let go." She warned him with an annoyed tone.

Struggling, her white shirt slipped down, revealing her shoulders. Kelvin lowered his head and placed a gentle, affectionate kiss on her shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, he tightened his hand around her waist even more. "You smell so good, even though we use the same shower gel."

"You bastard! You're taking advantage of me. Don't think I won't kick you to death!"

Cheyenne exploded like a fierce tigress, trying to kick Kelvin's legs. But he quickly grasped her waist and pulled her back, causing her to lie on top of him. Her fists came at him, but he dodged them.

Click.

Chris opened the office door, blushing as he apologized and quickly backed away. "Mr. Foley, someone is looking for you... uh, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything."

"You can continue!"

The door slammed shut.

A dead silence lingered in the room...


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