She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Between the Cold of the Dead and Snowflakes

The woman seemed to sense the scrutinizing gaze at the door, and she raised her knife, suddenly turning her head to look.

Her breathtakingly fair face was splattered with crimson droplets, and she grinned, revealing teeth whiter than snowflakes.

Her voice was delicate and lingering, much like the melody of 'The Thirteenth Eye' she had played that morning.

'Kelvin, you're back. Come, take a look at my new creation.'

With that, her blood-stained hands lifted her skirt on one side, while the other held a blood-stained blade, and she walked towards him, her slender feet stepping on the ground covered in spilled paint and gruesome bloodstains.

The little boy was drenched in cold sweat, and his small hand instinctively gripped the door frame as he attempted to flee, but his feet felt as heavy as mercury.

Was she going to kill him, just like she had killed that person?

In his haste to turn around, he accidentally bumped into the wall and blacked out.

Kelvin woke up once again, abruptly awakened by the cold. He slowly opened his eyes to a blinding whiteness; the snow had lessened since yesterday.

It floated down.

Suddenly, an icy hand covered his cheek. The woman was dressed in a long white pearl chiffon dress, her raven hair cascading down her back, blending with the silvery world around her.

She looked as stunning as a sacred goddess emerging from the ice and snow, captivating anyone who beheld her.

'Mom... Mommy, did you...'

He didn't dare utter the words 'kill someone,' but the woman's gaze, shimmering and mysterious, made him feel a chill down his spine. She seemed even gentler than usual.

'Kelvin, can you do Mommy a favor?'

'W-What?'

As he looked at the woman's tender yet eerie smile, Kelvin couldn't help but shiver, but he was already out of time to refuse.

The woman approached with a basin of blood, her hands immersed in the crimson pool, the vivid red contrasting with the emerald green jade bracelet on her wrist, creating a striking contrast.

Then, she smeared her own blood bit by bit onto the little boy's delicate face, his naked body, and his back. The air seemed to be filled with the nauseating smell of blood, and this was the first time Kelvin had ever cried in his memory. He struggled to get off the bed.

With a startled movement, he noticed a round object rolling down onto the snowy ground - a skull dyed deep blue, its teeth stained red. Those empty eye sockets stared right at him.

'Mommy, no! Please... don't do this, I'm so scared.'

'Mommy!'

Seeming irritated by his lack of cooperation, the woman raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap, the crisp sound echoing in the room.

His face bore a sudden, blood-red palm print, and the woman's sharp nails dug into his skin as she spoke with an icy tone, 'You don't even want me to become the greatest artist in the whole world, do you?'

'No, Mommy... It's not like that. I'm so cold. Please let me put on some clothes,' Kelvin stuttered, shivering as he struggled to sit up.

But he was quickly forced back onto the dining table by the woman. Her exquisitely beautiful face turned cold and sinister, and she produced two organ-like pieces that resembled intestines from somewhere... She used them to bind the boy's hands and wrapped them around his neck.