She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: High Blood Pressure

Cheyenne laughed coldly, her lips curling up in a mocking smile as she gave him a piercing look. "Don't bother, Mr. Foley. It's better if we see each other less in the future."

With that, she pushed Kelvin's hand away and turned to leave. Just as she reached the doorway, Cheyenne paused for a moment and looked back. Kelvin's heart skipped a beat, thinking that she still cared for him, that there was still reluctance in her heart...

"Oh, by the way, a friendly reminder. Be careful of the people around you, especially Master Vincent. Goodbye."

"Wait."

Kelvin's voice suddenly came from behind, and then a towering figure enveloped her within its shadow. She looked up and met a pair of deep-set eyes.

Just as she was wondering what he was up to, Kelvin suddenly bent down, kneeling on one knee. His warm hands lifted Cheyenne's delicate foot, and he put on a pair of flat, apricot-colored slippers for her.

At this moment, he seemed like a considerate gentleman.

"Kelvin!" She wanted to dodge.

But Kelvin held on tightly, his deep voice tinged with magnetism, "Don't move. If you're going to leave, you should at least wear your shoes."

It was the second time.

This was the second time he helped her put on her shoes, the first time being at the banquet.

Cheyenne couldn't help but feel her emotions in disarray.

After putting on the shoes, she hurriedly turned around and left without looking back, hobbling away with a slender figure.

Thud.

A loud noise came from behind, and Cheyenne could hear it even from a distance.

It sounded like the shattering of a glass. She pretended not to hear and calmly continued walking downstairs.

The complex and intertwined gaze continued to fixate on her from behind, causing Cheyenne to unconsciously quicken her pace.

In the lobby downstairs, old Mr. Foley sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, engrossed in a swimsuit magazine. On the cover, a Western woman wearing a bright red bikini had a particularly eye-catching figure.

Caught sight of someone approaching, the smile on the old man's face quickly receded. With a "snap," he closed the magazine and threw it aside, kicking it with his foot for good measure. He then assumed a serious expression and looked at Cheyenne with a kind expression.

"Cheyenne, you're awake. Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I will have someone prepare it immediately."

Cheyenne couldn't help but feel touched, her nose tingling as she suppressed the sour emotions in her heart. She glanced with a teasing look at the corner of the sofa.

"Grandpa, I'm not hungry. By the way, your blood pressure is on the higher side. It's better to avoid those things until you recover. I'm afraid your liver heat will flare up... Drink more tea, okay?"

Upon hearing this, old Mr. Foley's face turned immediately red, but he quickly composed himself and explained, lying with his eyes wide open, "Oh, I was just curious about what it was. They were all found in Kelvin's study."

"Ah, young people these days... The moral fabric is in decline! In our time, everyone was so innocent."

"Cheyenne, don't worry, from now on, I will keep an eye on him. Even if he wants to read adult magazines, he won't be allowed."

Cheyenne was rendered speechless. 'Actually... I saw you drooling just now, Grandpa.'

Old Mr. Foley felt a chill creeping up his back, spreading from the soles of his feet to his scalp. His body felt weak and numb, as if an electric current had passed through it.

Kelvin, with a dark and handsome face, commanded Joe, "Prepare a car to take Cheyenne back."

Joe struggled to suppress his smile, restraining the corners of his lips from lifting. "Yes, sir."

He turned to prepare the car.