She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 433: You'll Die Ten Years Earlier ThanIn broad daylight, if people outside were to find out that she and Kelvin were doing it in her office, she might as well quit her job at the hospital.

The soundproofing of this room was not good, so Cheyenne could only bite Kelvin's shoulder fiercely, venting all her anger on him.

She continued until her mouth was filled with the taste of sweet, metallic blood, yet she showed no signs of letting go.

Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, helplessly staring at her thick, flowing hair that swayed like ripples. "Cheyenne, go easy." "Easy my foot! If it hurts, we both feel the pain. Who's afraid of who?" Reluctantly, he carried her and walked towards the office desk, gently brushing aside the files on top to make room for her to sit. "It shouldn't hurt like this now, you pampered girl." When his gaze fell upon the red marks on her fair shoulder, a hint of tenderness flickered in his deep-set eyes, softening his actions. Cheyenne closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth. She tried to convince herself that she had paid for the services of a handsgigolo.

Tpassed, and the fragmented sounds in the director's office finally quieted down. Kelvin sat on a chair, holding the exhausted woman in his arms. Large beads of sweat dripped down his broad forehead, sliding across his straight nose and landing on Cheyenne's delicate shoulder.

Finally, he lightly kissed it, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.

Cheyenne was too exhausted to even lift a finger. She slumped on his shoulder, lacking the energy to do anything except give Kelvin sinstructions. "Tissue." "Mhm." Stretching out his long arm, he pulled out a tissue from the box on the desk. Just when Cheyenne was about to reach out to take it, Kelvin personally wiped the sweat off her. "I can do it myself." She still wasn't used to his sudden tenderness, always feeling that something was off. The man pursed his lips and smiled lightly at her. His cold, stern eyes stared at her delicate face and he couldn't help but hold her hand and play with it.

"You're tired, letdo it." Since he wanted to be attentive, Cheyenne didn't refuse. It was as if she was acting like a queen, ordering Kelvin around to wipe her sweat, help her put on clothes, and tidy up the scattered files on the desk...

Her triumphant look was reminiscent of a villainous character who had gained power, but Kelvin looked at her pink and tender face, her weak and slumped figure on the chair, and couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He was willing to be at her beck and call.

As the CEO of the Foley Group, when had he ever done such trivial tasks? The room was still filled with an intense and peculiar scent. When he looked at her, her bones seemed to tremble under his gaze.

Her face immediately turned cold. "You can leave now, Kelvin." As Kelvin's lips were about to curl up, they froze. He was both angry and amused.

Men were always the ones who refused to admit their mistakes. Now, this woman was burning bridges. Hadn't she been immersed in it just now? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer at her hypocrisy.

"Cheyenne, you really are heartless!" With those words, Cheyenne lazily stretched out her hand, her eyes fixed on her fair arm, covered in bite marks. Her eye twitched slightly.

"Isn't this what I learned from you?" Kelvin lowered his head in silence, his gaze fixed on the white floor tiles... Countless hot nights floated in his mind, seemingly every time, it was indeed him who left first. Crossing his arms over his chest, he straightened his spine and looked up firmly.

"Cheyenne, it won't happen again." Just as his words fell, Cheyenne's face beceven darker, and she stared at him with wide eyes, rebuking, "You want there to be a next time?" With great confidence, Kelvin nodded, shamelessly uttering a sentence, “Of course, because in this world, there are only two types of men.and all the other men besides me!" Cheyenne didn't hesitate to strike him down, not giving him any respect at all. "Ha, Mr. Foley, you're already twenty-eight. In two more years, you might be impotent or suffer kidney deficiency and yet you're here bragging." Kelvin's handsand composed face was instantly dark. "Cheyenne, are you callingold?" Cheyenne gently stroked her fair chin, propping her cheek with her delicate hand as she nodded. "Indeed, I am calling you old!" She glanced again at his now gloomy face and continued to stir the flames. "Although I'm not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, I'm only twenty-one, in the pryears of my youth, Mr. Foley, and you're already twenty- eight." "If we round it off, I'm twenty and you're thirty. That's a whole ten-year difference. In other words, you'll die ten years earlier than me." Ten years...

Over 3, 600 days and nights...

Kelvin's face turned completely dark. He wasn't angry with Cheyenne but was seriously pondering her words. He had to admit that he was indeed seven and a half years older than her, which meant their ttogether would be reduced by seven and a half years.

In order to be able to spend more twith her in the future, to grow old together, Kelvin embarked on a grueling fitness plan.

If Cheyenne knew how her impulsive words had led to so many "side effects" for herself, she would never have let her quick tongue get the better of her today.

Just as the atmosphere between the two of them inexplicably bectense, a sound of footsteps suddenly cfrom outside the door.

It was Eddie, who had actually gone to buy soup dumplings and milk in the southern part of the city.

Yet, it was already past 11 o'clock, and they would be off work in just over twenty minutes...

As Eddie stepped into the office, he sniffed lightly with a puzzled expression, asking softly, "Why does it smell strange in this room?" Cheyenne felt as if bolts of lightning were coming at her all at once.

How embarrassingly awkward! Since the smell wouldn't dissipate for a while, Kelvin had sprayed nearly half a bottle of her Dior perfume.

This spendthrift didn't realize that those few milliliters cost thousands of dollars. Cheyenne llars..

felt.

heartbroken. She hastily threw him a bottle of 84 disinfectant.

So when Eddie said there was a om strange smell in the office, it was probably a combination of a passionate scent mixed with the fragrance of roses and the pungent smell of disinfectant. Blushing, she turned to glare at Kelvin and calmly explained, "I just found a cockroach in the office, so I used disinfectant to drive it away..." "I see."

Eddie was a single guy who had m never had a girlfriend before. The only opposite sex he had held hands with besides patients, was his younger sister, Kate. Even this illogical and forced explanation from Cheyenne, he actually believed it.