She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 17: Sleeping At My Place

Chapter 17: Sleeping at My Place

The descendants of the Edwards family were court physicians and became famous herbal medicine merchants over the last two centuries.

As members of the Edwards family, almost everyone knew about medicine and medical science. However, Layne gave birth to a foolish daughter, so Adrian thought he would pass on his medical skills to his granddaughter Cheyenne.

But Cheyenne claimed that she didn't know anything about medicine. This was strange indeed.

It seemed that Layne had kept his medical skills to himself. Adrian decided that he needed to pay Layne a visit soon.

Watching Granduncle's face turn from purple to contemplative, Cheyenne speculated about his true identity.

"Okay then, since you don't know how to do it. I won't force you. How is your grandfather doing these days?"

After exchanging pleasantries for a while longer, Cheyenne couldn't sit still anymore and kept looking at the Rejuvenated Herb in front of her.

"Granduncle... can I take this herb with me?" she asked finally.

At this point, Adrian noticed Granduncle's face contort slightly as if in pain before he replied weakly, "Take it."

Cheyenne smiled brightly at him and said, "Thank you so much! You're so generous! May you live long and prosper! Come visit us sometime!"

Adrian just stared silently at them both...

'The girl had a sweet mouth and knew how to talk her way out of things, but I didn't want to hear it right now. Just go!'

As they emerged from the private room, almost everyone had left the empty lobby. The shadows grew longer and darker.

Only two spotlights in the corner were still on, illuminating their surroundings.

The man sat with his legs crossed on a chair, his black suit blending into the darkness like a lonely ice sculpture. He exuded an icy coldness that made it feel like winter had come early.

His deep-set eyes were fixed on the figures standing at the stairs while his hands clenched into fists beside him.

She was smiling happily despite being less than half a meter away from that man. She seemed to have no shame at all.

"Cheyenne, it's late now. Let me take you home," Omari said.

But Cheyenne ruthlessly rejected him: "No need. Your house is in completely opposite direction from mine."

"Well, then why don't you just stay at my place? I have plenty of rooms and you can sleep wherever you want - even my bed," he said with laughter that cut through the dimness around them like a hunter luring its prey.

Kelvin also heard what he said and looked deeply into Cheyenne's face; although he couldn't see her expression clearly, her fair hand resting on Omari's arm was very eye-catching indeed. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"I'm not going, your house may be nice, but I don't like it."

"Cheyenne, you're so heartless to leave me alone."

Wait a minute, why does his tone sound like that of a man who wants to get laid!

The image of the two of them laughing and talking flashed before Kelvin's eyes. An unnamed anger spread through his heart as he became more convinced that Cheyenne had had a backup plan before their divorce.

It was always only the women that Kelvin didn't want!

Sensing the cold and murderous gaze staring at her, Cheyenne couldn't help but look around.

She met with a pair of familiar eyes straight away.

The light shone on half of the man's face; his full forehead, high nose bridge and tightly pursed lips outlined a perfect curve.

The combination of his cold profile and perfect features were like scenes from a movie - timeless and profound.

... Kelvin?

Why hasn't he left yet?

With one hand in his pocket, he walked towards Cheyenne with long strides.

Seeing this, Omari immediately stood in front of Cheyenne with protective posture.

"What do you want?"

"Get out."

Kelvin stared at Cheyenne with an icy gaze, his expression unfriendly. Omari's face changed and he couldn't possibly make way for him.

"What makes you think you can tell me to get lost? I'm here to protect Cheyenne now. She doesn't want to see you, so you should be the one leaving!" As a top lawyer, Omari had met many influential people before. But Kelvin's strong presence made him feel a bit intimidated.

"Cheyenne, I need to talk to you about something. Tell your little boyfriend here to leave! Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen later."

Boyfriend? When she heard this word, her heart sank. Was that how he saw her?

She turned and flashed a sweet smile at Omari and patted his shoulder gently with her fair hand as she spoke softly, "Omari, wait for me outside."

"Well..." Omari still looked somewhat uneasy as he glanced at Kelvin but eventually nodded in agreement.

"I'll wait for you outside. If he tries anything harmful towards you, just call me out."

"Okay."

'The way they talked to each other sounded so intimate...' Kelvin thought.

Before turning around, Omari gave the man a glare and whispered in his ear as they brushed past each other, "If you dare to bully Cheyenne, I'll make sure you regret it." The warning was only audible to the two of them.

Kelvin remained unfazed as he watched Omari pass by him. He completely ignored the warning and focused on restoring calm in the lobby.

In the dim lighting, Cheyenne stood facing Kelvin with her arms crossed and a light laugh escaping her lips. "What does Mr. Foley want to talk to me about? Aren't you afraid your significant other will get jealous of us staying here alone?"

As she taunted him, Kelvin instinctively furrowed his brow but maintained his cold demeanor. After almost a second of silence, he spoke up. "So how much do you want?"

Cheyenne burst into exaggerated laughter at his question while lightly tapping her arm with her fingers like a little vixen tempting its male fox. "What? You mean how much for one night?"

"Cheyenne!" His angry voice rang out in her ears as he turned away from the light revealing an expression full of darkness.

How could she stoop so low?

"Oh sorry! My mistake," Cheyenne replied calmly despite his anger. "Don't be mad, Mr. Foley; if that's not what you're asking for, then don't waste my time with my little boyfriend."

Compared to Kelvin's fury, Cheyenne appeared unusually composed and even emphasized the word "boyfriend".

Her playful demeanor made Kelvin's restrained anger burst out, and he reached out and grabbed her fair wrist.

"Don't leave!"