She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Vulgarity

Upon hearing his voice behind her, Cheyenne impatiently turned around and rolled her eyes. "Mr. Foley, do you have anything else to say? Hurry up and spit it out so I can leave."

Kelvin had nothing to say, he just didn't want to see her willingly fall into a downward spiral.

After thinking for a while, he finally spoke in a commanding tone. "Don't come to places like this anymore."

Cheyenne found it amusing and crossed her arms with pride as she looked at him disdainfully. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Kelvin, listen carefully, we're done now and I don't love you anymore! Goodbye!" The words "don't love" kept echoing in his mind like a curse.

He felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart as if he were being crushed by a boulder. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him.

"How could you be like this, Cheyenne?" Clearly she was the one who intruded into his world first.

"I was the one who said 'I love you' first but you didn't care."

"I've been secretly loving you for eight years and married to you for three years. During these three years, it's been you that tore my heart apart piece by piece and trampled on my love for you."

"Kelvin, I'm tired. I don't want to love you anymore." Only after getting drunk tonight did Cheyenne speak candidly about how she felt inside.

Kelvin listened with complex emotions. He couldn't bear it.

Eight years... She had secretly loved him for eight years? When did that happen?

"Cheyenne..." He couldn't bring himself to say those three words: "I am sorry."

"Let go." She glared at him coldly with slightly drunken eyes.

"No," he replied firmly.

"What do you want from me?" Don't tell her that he came looking for her because he fell in love with her! Pfft! She no longer cared about him.

"Come with me!"

"Why?" She struggled against his grip but Kelvin lifted her up onto his shoulder again before carrying her towards the car.

Like throwing away an old sack of potatoes, Kelvin dumped Cheyenne onto the back seat of the car before ordering coldly, "Drive."

"Yes, Mr. Foley," Chris watched as Mr. Foley took charge dominantly; applauding inwardly at how authoritative Mr. Foley appeared.

With one step on the gas pedal, they left the club.

Thinking that Kelvin had some plans for her, Cheyenne was surprised when he carried her to a nearby hotel.

He pushed her onto the bed and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his suit jacket. His long, slender fingers moved gracefully against the black fabric.

"What do you want?" Cheyenne asked, her hands covering her chest as she backed away.

Seeing her cautious movements, Kelvin raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

"Well, that's a relief," Cheyenne retorted.

Without further explanation, he left the room and returned shortly with a black bag. He tossed it in front of her and ordered in a cold tone, "Change into this."