She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Grandfather Drugged Her

Kelvin had never felt so agitated before. His kind and gentle "sister" had hidden a malicious and deceitful side, and thinking back to her tears and words in the past made him shiver with fear.

"Kelvin, it's already 11 PM and Cheyenne hasn't come back yet. I saw her go to the bar with a man earlier, laughing and talking. Could she have been deceived?"

"Cheyenne's backpack is really light, let me carry it instead. You work hard, Kelvin, you shouldn't have to carry her bag."

"It hurts... I don't know why Cheyenne took my medicine. Maybe she was curious and thought they were calcium pills."

"Kelvin, do you like her? I think I saw Cheyenne receive another man's love letter. Don't be sad, okay? I'll feel sorry for you."

"This pen was handmade by me as a birthday gift for you, Kelvin. By the way, on my way here, I saw Cheyenne too, why hasn't she arrived yet?"

...

Subconsciously, Kelvin pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, holding it between his two slender fingers and lighting it with a vintage and beautiful lighter.

"Click."

The blue flame ignited, flickering flames that illuminated his handsome but resolute face while casting an eerie blue hue over his eyes.

His consciousness drifted away as he recalled his honeymoon period with Cheyenne.

He left her home and went to Enofone with Abbie for Abbie's medical treatment; when he returned home after one month, he even forgot that he was already married until he discovered someone else in his room upon returning for clothes.

As soon as he opened the door, the room was dark except for a red dot floating amidst shadows like an eye watching him intently.

"Who?"

Immediately after that, a pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist; the scent of perfume mixed with alcohol enveloped his lips.

His new wife Cheyenne wearing white lace lingerie reeking of booze collapsed into his arms crying, "Why did you come back? You shouldn't have come back so as to make me give up completely!"

"Get off!" He resisted her kiss while bitter smoke still seeped into their lips; it tasted chokingly spicy but also addictive somehow.

Cheyenne fell onto the bed like crazy, rolling herself up inside the blanket and laughing hysterically

She cried and laughed at the same time, saying, "I don't need you to explain, as long as you come back. That's all that matters. As long as you come back."

Kelvin glanced at the beer bottles and cigarette butts in his room. For the first time, he wanted to strangle a woman.

He grabbed her arm and threw her out of the door, snatched the cigarette from her mouth and threw it on the ground. His black polished shoes stepped on it to extinguish it.

His gaze was cold like a demon crawling out of hell, scaring the nearby servants.

"Who let her into my room?"

"Mr. Foley, this is your wife. Old Mr. Foley said Mrs. Foley can stay..."

Before she could finish speaking, Cheyenne got up from the ground with her crimson face rubbing against his arm, "We are husband and wife living together."

"Husband and wife? You think you're worthy? Cheyenne, take a look in the mirror yourself! A woman like you is not worthy of being my wife! Be smart enough to be just eye candy for three years, then we'll divorce!"

He still remembered Cheyenne's reaction at that moment; she leaned against one of the servants, appeared drunk but those bright eyes were looking straight at him.

Filled with grievances and despair, she stubbornly said, "Give me three years; I will make you fall in love with me."