She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 487: The Overconfident Woman

"Mommy..."

"Yes?"

"Don't go... Don't leave me, I only have you."

His voice sounded full of pleading and grievance. Cheyenne suddenly remembered what old Mr. Foley had said before.

Despite almost being killed by his biological mother, Kelvin still hoped for her love.

Perhaps this was the paradox.

Her embrace was unusually warm, and Kelvin's restlessness seemed to be soothed.

Breathing evenly, he fell asleep again.

It was clear that they had hugged each other before; just yesterday they were so intimate with no distance between them... but Cheyenne looked at the man lying on her lap as if she was seeing him for the first time, examining him very seriously.

She believed Omari was the most handsome man she'd ever seen, Benson was the gentlest one, and Iker was the most masculine one.

Kelvin wasn't the most handsome, the tallest or kindest, yet she fell in love with him anyway... She couldn't explain why.

Cheyenne couldn't help but lower her head to give Kelvin a light kiss on his forehead while shedding a single tear that landed unexpectedly on his face.

"Kelvin, I forgive you now. Wake up quickly."

Unfortunately, Kelvin remained unconscious. His tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

On this sunny summer afternoon, Cheyenne unknowingly watched him for quite some time.

Time passed slowly; Chris counted how many cigarette butts he threw away onto the trash can lid.

His fingers deftly held onto the half-smoked cigarette butt, then took deep inhales, feeling nicotine's stimulation spread throughout his mouth.

Taking out the burning cigarette butt, he pressed it against the lid, thinking that it was time to go back check up on Mr. Foley and Miss Lawrence!

However, as soon as he walked down the hallway, he ran into two men, one in black and one in white, who were equally handsome. They briefly locked eyes before Omari snorted in disdain and walked away. Chris's lips twitched curiously as he stayed behind to watch. The two men looked around each hospital room with a suspicious gaze, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, Omari stopped in front of

Kelvin's room. When he looked up and realized it was his love rival's room, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and stood with hands on hips like a belligerent womanready to fight.

or

"Kelvin! If you have any guts, open the door! I know Cheyenne is in there. What did you do to her? I warn you..."

Doctors, nurses and patients passing by were shocked at the sight of this handsome yet intimidating man making such scandalous accusations. Their beliefs were shattered.

An elderly woman shook her head,

regretfully saying, "What a shame! He looks so decent; I even thought about introducing him to my daughter but now it turns out that he

is mentally challenged."

Mentally challenged?

Omari heard those words used to describe him which made his face turn pale with anger while his hand froze mid-air.

Then another voice spoke up

affectedly, "Mommy... smart people

are scarce. It's okay that my husband is not smart. Besides, our family is wealthy. If I marry someone clever, I would have to be wary of him trying to take over our fortune."

"So all we need is someone moderately intelligent," she continued confidently. "Look how handsome this guy is; any child born from me and him will definitely be good-looking." Omari and Iker turned towards the woman in confusion.

She appeared around twenty-five or six years old with shoulder-length hair dyed various colors.

As the two men caught her eye, she blushed and pulled her sleeves over her face, laughing so hard that the wrinkles on her face were deep.

"Mom, what should I do? These two handsome guys seem to really like me!"

"It must be because I am too beautiful. I don't know which one to choose. The one in white looks gentle while the one in black looks stable. I don't want either of them to be heartbroken."

"It's all my fault... why did I have to be so beautiful? If I reject them and they jump off a building because of it, won't I become a femme fatale?"

"Why not choose both? Our family can afford two sons-in-law anyway."

The middle-aged woman propped up her chin with one hand and thought seriously about her daughter's proposal before brightening up.

Omari looked around; it seemed like he was the only one wearing a white suit.

Iker's lip twitched as he sincerely doubted whether this crazy lady had lost her mind.

In the end, Omari smiled at the mother-daughter duo before saying, "Missy, you seem like you need some plastic surgery before you can bear being called 'femme fatale'."

"You don't have to feel sad though; your courage and shameless confidence are advantages!"Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.