She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Failure

The library's second floor was quite spacious, filled with rows of antique bookshelves carrying various books. Several landscape paintings and calligraphy works adorned the walls, with one of them being a genuine piece signed by the Chambers family head.

Cheyenne glanced around and marveled at the true value of these paintings, each costing several million. Truly fitting for Akloit's largest private library.

Bathed in the bright and gentle morning light, she strolled through this sea of books. Her eyes scanned the Latin section until she finally found the shelf holding the Bible.

Cheyenne joyfully snapped her fingers, ready to grab that copy of the Bible. However, the shelf was estimated to be around two meters high, and even standing on tiptoes with raised arms, she couldn't reach the book.

Glancing around and finding no stools, she reluctantly left her bookmark on the shelf and attempted to jump for the book. However, every attempt just grazed the corner of the book.

After several jumps, her face flushed with exertion, looking like a lively and adorable cartoon character.

Sam hadn't expected anyone to be reading books at this hour; he thought he was early. Seeing Cheyenne, looking frustrated with her pouted lips and delicate, slightly puffy face, he couldn't help but smile. With confident strides, he approached.

Just as Cheyenne was about to try again, an arm suddenly reached over her head, effortlessly picking up the Bible. A clear and gentle voice, like a stream under the moon, sounded by her ear.

'Is this the one you're looking for?'

Startled, Cheyenne turned around and was met with a clear and elegant face, illuminated by the perfect sunlight. His eyes, partially hidden by long and thick eyelashes that seemed dusted with golden powder, glistened with a faint blue-black hue, resembling the deep and bright sea under the night sky.

Her back was less than a fist's distance from his chest, and although they didn't make direct contact, Cheyenne felt a warmth penetrating through layers of fabric onto her skin.

Akloit's early summer morning wasn't particularly hot, and Cheyenne had checked the weather forecast before leaving. It indicated a cool and comfortable temperature of 17 to 19 degrees Celsius in the morning. However, at this moment, she felt unusually warm. She quickly stepped out from under his arm, maintaining a distance of one meter, and directed herself toward the window to catch a breeze.

Much better.

Sam had taken the book down, casually glancing at it. A faint smile appeared in his eyes as he casually remarked, 'Miss Lawrence, I didn't expect you to be interested in the Bible.'

He opened a page, briefly skimmed it, then closed the book and handed it to Cheyenne. 'If you're just browsing, this version is okay. In fact, the translation of Chapter 11, Verse 13, is severely incorrect. In the James King version bible, 'faithful' was translated as 'trustworthy.''

Sam's voice was extremely pleasant, and his pronunciation was the purest Briyran English. To a connoisseur of voices like Cheyenne, her ears perked up at the sound.

Seemingly aware of her internal dilemma, the man addressed her concerns. 'The New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures was translated by the Jehovah's Witnesses and the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society, aiming for accuracy. It's also considered non-saleable. Luckily, I have a copy. If Miss Lawrence wants to read it, I can lend it to you.'