She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Living in Your Bedroom

Kelvin's cold demeanor persisted as he forcefully grabbed Cheyenne's blood-stained hand, guiding her to the bathroom in the room. Turning on the faucet, he dominantly held her injured hand under the running water in the sink.

Despite his stoic expression, the tight furrow of his eyebrows betrayed a sense of distress hidden beneath his dark eyes. He appeared eerily calm.

If it weren't for Cheyenne's internal reminder that Kelvin was the trap that she shouldn't fall into again, she might have been moved by his current actions.

Cheyenne resisted his hold, frowned at him, and the bright ceiling lights in the room illuminated the displeasure in her eyes.

"Kelvin, let me go. I'm a doctor; I can take care of it myself."

However, Kelvin's towering figure cast a shadow like a small mountain, enclosing her. He sternly commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

"Don't move. The injury is on your right hand, and your left hand is not convenient. Don't be stubborn."

Left hand inconvenient? Cheyenne would show him what "stubborn" truly meant in the next second.

Swiftly withdrawing her hand, she turned and retrieved items such as gauze and bandages from a shelf, skillfully using her left hand to unscrew the cap of a bottle of antiseptic.

Biting open the packaging of a disposable cotton swab with her teeth, she even tied a neat butterfly knot while wrapping the bandage. All of this was done with her left hand, indistinguishable from her usual right-handed precision. She looked at Kelvin provocatively.

"I've already told you, I don't need you!"

Once, a small injury would prompt her to act coquettishly, hoping he would talk to her and show some concern. With more wounds, she had become unafraid of pain. Even without Kelvin's care, she would manage well, perhaps even better than before.

The words "I don't need you" acted like a sharp sword piercing his heart, causing an indescribable ache and sense of loss.

When Cheyenne needed him, he wasn't there. Now that she didn't need him, he yearned to be her reliance, reminiscing about her pitiful demeanor when she used to lean on him.

Old Mr. Foley had initially wanted Cheyenne to play chess with him, but now, with her injured hand, he refrained from making such a request.

He had just woken up, and it wasn't the right time to strain his mind. Cheyenne and Kelvin kept old Mr. Foley company, chatting away. When they emerged from the bedroom around ten o'clock, Abbie was surprisingly still sitting in the living room, sipping tea.

Emelia sat beside her, engaged in conversation, and when they spotted Kelvin, their words trailed off.

"Kelvin, it's already late. I think it's not convenient for Miss Berry to go back alone. How about letting her stay at the Foley Mansion tonight? There's already a ready room."

As she mentioned the ready room, her gaze intentionally shifted toward Cheyenne, containing a gloating undertone. However, Cheyenne's phone rang at that moment, and she paid no attention to Emelia.

It was Omari calling. Worried about any potential accidents, he had driven to the Foley Mansion to wait for her after work.

"Hello, Mr. Lara."

The moment these words entered Kelvin's ears, his expression darkened. His gaze passed over Emelia and the others, fixing on the entrance where a black luxury car was parked, its headlights on.

Omari had unexpectedly tracked her to the Foley Mansion! Cheyenne deliberately avoided Kelvin as she answered the phone, heading towards the end of the corridor.

Why? Was there something she didn't want him to hear?