She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 18: Does Mr. Foley Not Feel Slapped In The Face?

Chapter 18: Does Mr. Foley Not Feel Slapped in the Face?

Kelvin, a business tycoon who has always kept his emotions hidden, seems indifferent to everything. Even when he was making love with her in bed, he never showed any extra expression.

Why is he so angry for Abbie?

It turns out that men treat loved ones and unloved ones differently.

"Please let go of me, Mr. Foley. We've been over. It's unwise of you to be alone with me."

Upon hearing this, Kelvin's eyes were filled with rage and he thought. 'She has used all sorts of tricks to seduce me before, but now she's pretending like there was nothing between her and me. Does she really think the man outside can protect her? She's just a plaything for him!'

Even though he hated her so much, Kelvin couldn't stand the thought of the woman he slept with smiling coyly in another man's arms.

He squeezed her wrist tightly, causing Cheyenne to lightly furrow her brows, while tears welled up in her eyes, but there was also stubbornness in them.

"Don't be delusional; I have no interest in women like you. Cheyenne, tell me how much money it will take for you to give up that herb."

"Aren't you interested in women like me? Don't you feel your face slapped when saying such things?"

Every time they made love, he behaved like a wild beast, always pushing her to the point of exhaustion before letting go.

The next day, he put on his pants and left quietly.

This is so frustrating!

Kelvin seemed to have also thought of those passionate nights with intimate scenes.

The cold and slippery touch of her skin awakened the memories he had been unwilling to admit.

Yes, he detests this woman so much.

His body, however, betrays his will honestly.

It cannot be denied that this woman has a damn charm on him, to the point where his pride in self- control repeatedly crumbles.

Kelvin deceives himself by blaming everything on Cheyenne, thinking that it was her intentional or unintentional temptation that led him to commit such a sin.

He reflexively fling off her wrist, the veins on his forehead standing out, indicating he was outraged.

The slender and well-defined hand took out a handkerchief from the pocket of the suit jacket.

He carefully wiped his fingers, with slow and elegant movements, as if touching her made him feel dirty.

This deliberate action painfully pierced Cheyenne's heart. How dare he look down on her for being dirty? It's always him who is clearly dirty!

"I don't want to argue with you about these meaningless things, Cheyenne. Why do you have to force her? You clearly know that Abbie's illness can no longer wait."

In his eyes, she's a jealous, selfish, malicious, fickle and despicable woman.

In that case, she will firmly establish this malicious accusation to avoid being falsely labeled. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The woman smiled; she was peerlessly beautiful.

She extended her delicate and fair hand to gently rub the bruised area that he had squeezed, her voice sounding sweet.

"Mr. Foley really understands me. You're right, I deliberately didn't want that woman to get the herb."

The coldness around him intensified, but Cheyenne did not back down because of it.

She continued to say, "So what? I got this herb without stealing, robbing or spending a penny. I rely on my own ability!"

She was undoubtedly very beautiful, but her personality was difficult for Kelvin to accept; she was too proud and ostentatious!

The atmosphere between the two people had become extremely cold, and Kelvin looked down at the woman in front of him with a superior attitude.

His gaze was sharp, giving off a feeling that he wanted to tear her apart.

"I'll offer 50 million to buy it!"

"Not for sale!"

Kelvin wanted to bite her to death; what did this woman want exactly?

"How much do you want? Name your conditions!"

'He never treated me that generously when we were still a couple.'

Cheyenne narrowed her almond eyes and parted her cherry lips. "Believe it or not, I took this herb to save lives! I won't sell it no matter how much you offer!"

With that said, Cheyenne walked out in her seven-centimeter high heels. Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright red skirt swayed gracefully under the light like a blooming rose.

Omari had been waiting at the door for a long time but didn't see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her, he was about to rush inside when the door opened.

Cheyenne appeared before him in dim light and Omari couldn't see her face clearly.

But within seconds, he saw the tears glinting in Cheyenne's eyes and self-mockery in them.

"Are you okay?" Omari walked up to Cheyenne and put his hand on her shoulder.

A cold touch spread through his palm as she replied, "I'm fine; he just wanted my herb."

"That's good. Are you cold?"

As he spoke, Omari took off his suit jacket elegantly and helped Cheyenne put it on. The warm jacket smelled of a woody scent that belonged only to him and brought some warmth to Cheyenne.

Cheyenne lowered her head and let him hold onto her shoulder as they left together.

As Kelvin watched the two figures fade into the distance, it was clear that the suit jacket she wore didn't fit her well - it hung off her like a child playing dress-up in adult clothes.

Kelvin withdrew his brooding gaze, and punched the wall with a resounding "bang". Lime plaster crumbled and scattered to the ground, leaving behind a dark red stain.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath.

On their way, a luxurious car drove past them in silence. The two occupants inside remained silent.

"You still can't let him go? Cheyenne..." Omari trailed off.

"No, I'm just thinking. Take me to Contine Estate tonight. I don't want to go back to Lawrence Villa," Cheyenne spoke quietly.

Contine Estate was known for being one of Akloit's most affluent areas; its residents were all wealthy individuals who lived in opulent European-style buildings adorned with marble sculptures and Gothic spires that gave off an almost church-like vibe.

The car came to a stop outside one such building and Cheyenne unbuckled her seatbelt before taking off her ill-fitting jacket and handing it back to Kelvin. "Thanks for driving me home," she said before heading inside. "We'll catch up soon."

As Cheyenne coldly insisted on parting ways with him, Omari's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, "We've come this far and you're not even going to invite me up for some tea?"

"It's late at night and you're not exactly a tea drinker. Go home and get some sleep. Bye." With that, she closed the car door behind her and walked away from him.

"What a heartless little woman..." Omari muttered under his breath.

Cheyenne stepped into the elevator and made her way up to the eighth floor of her apartment building. Before even entering her unit, she could hear the soothing sound of piano music playing in the distance – it was "Wedding in Dreams," one of her favorite pieces.

Sitting by the piano was a young man dressed simply in a clean white shirt and black pants. His face was gentle but his eyes were hollow and lifeless.