She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: I am Cheyenne, not Abbie.

She is like a poppy drenched in poison, her stunning appearance was enough to make one addicted.

Just a kiss and Kelvin couldn't resist anymore. He wanted to love her fiercely like he used to.

He wanted to tear through her icy, arrogant facade, and transform her back into the demure, yielding woman beneath him, allowing him to toy with her and take what he desired.

However, he ultimately underestimated her ruthlessness. Although she was clearly turned on, she tried to sober up by pinching her thigh.

Tears welled up unexpectedly in her eyes, only to be gently licked away by Kelvin the next moment. He eagerly sought her slightly swollen lips, and this time, his actions were gentler.

"Kelvin, wake up! I'm not Abbie, I'm Cheyenne - your least favorite person!"

She could see the flames of desire in his eyes, but the thought that he might be mistaking her for another woman made her heart ache even more than if he didn't love her.

Proud like Cheyenne, disdainful of being someone else's substitute.

Even now, she wished she could be in an ice-cold cellar, her thigh bearing the marks of her fierce grip, which was the only way she escaped his deep kiss...

Their eyes meet each other.

He saw disdain and stubbornness in her eyes, and Kelvin's heart felt heavy. He whispered softly in her ear with a low voice. "You're not a stand-in, I... know you're Cheyenne."

Without another word, he lowered his head and bit onto the thin strap on her shoulder, pulling it gently downward. There was a hint of resignation in his gaze.

At least in this moment, he truly wanted her.

She also needed him, didn't she?

Cheyenne couldn't believe that what she heard was true; her experience told her that this man had no heart at all.

Telling lies comes as easily as breathing to him. If you believe him, you'll probably end up being eaten alive and left with nothing.

"Don't... don't touch me, Kelvin. We are done."

She gave him a hard push, and his body fell back unexpectedly and hit the bedside table beside him.

A crisp and clear sound.

Lying motionless on the ground.

Cheyenne wondered if he died.

Though she hated him, she couldn't stand seeing someone die in front of her. She began to regret if she was too harsh just now.

Her body felt weak after taking medicine, so theoretically, she didn't use much force just now.

But Kelvin lying motionless on the ground made her a little scared. She crawled on her knees and hands to his side, pushing his shoulders.

Her voice trembled as she called his name, "Kelvin, don't be a jerk. I'm broke; I can't afford your shenanigans."

The man kept his eyes tightly shut, pain escaping through faint moans, and he weakly said, "Don't touch me."

"Where did you get hurt?"

Saying that, her delicate, pale hand reached towards his collar, and her icy fingers had just touched his chest when he pushed her down beneath him.

Kelvin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fiery red, looking at her with a sinister intensity. "I told you not to touch me. Do you know the consequences?"

Cheyenne swallowed hard. She had seen him angry before, but she had never witnessed this level of bloodthirsty fury.

She pouted, her cheeks flushed. Her warm hand defiantly pressed against his face as she lifted her chin proudly. "So what if I touched you? Are you toxic or something? Ah..."

She was only worried that he had tricked her again. In a whirlwind, the man's large, heavy body firmly pinned her down. Before she could react, she heard a crisp "snap."

Her poor nightgown was discarded like a rag.