She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Cheyenne, His Antidote

Seeing Cheyenne's astonished expression, Erica gave a bitter smile. 'Miss Lawrence truly didn't appreciate what she has. If only my years of waiting could exchange for a single glance from Iker, I wouldn't have ended up scheming with Master Davon.'

Cheyenne and Gordon discussed luring Aidan out using Erica's name, intending to capture him in one fell swoop.

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In the office of the hospital director, a petite and delicate figure lay slumped behind the office desk, dressed in a thin white coat, peacefully asleep. A magazine rested on top of her head.

Kelvin arrived and noticed the slightly ajar door. He didn't hesitate and gently pushed it open.

She was sound asleep.

Fatigue marked her fair complexion, and the dark circles beneath her eyes revealed several nights of sleep deprivation. Her finely shaped lips were slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth hidden beneath rosy petal-like lips - a truly alluring sight.

A beam of sunlight from the window cast a soft golden hue on her black curls, creating a sense of tranquility and well-being. The contrast between her sleeping and waking state was stark. She appeared gentle and serene, like a quiet watercolor painting that grew more endearing the longer one looked.

Kelvin raised an eyebrow, lightening his footsteps as he approached the desk. His dark and luminous eyes rested on the book precariously hanging off the edge. He quickly reached out, catching it, and glanced at its content before closing it and setting it aside.

His long and slender fingers would have retreated then, but as luck would have it... they ended up on her slightly disheveled temple.

With tenderness in his touch, he playfully brushed away the stray strands of chestnut hair behind her ear. The warm sunlight illuminated her ear, tinting it a rosy shade, and even the fine white fuzz on her earlobe was visible.

Kelvin's hands, acting on their own accord, lightly pinched her delicate ear, relishing its soft and cool texture. Moving gently, his coarse and large hands caressed her finely arched brows, glided over her delicate and petite nose, and finally halted on her lips.

His thumb lightly pressed against her rosy, unadorned lips. Cheyenne hadn't even applied any lipstick, her lips naturally adorned in a vibrant crimson that captivated his attention.

His tall and sturdy figure leaned closer, gradually closing the distance to her lips.

A sudden rush of heat surged through Kelvin's face. Her lips were so close, like a ripe and tempting cherry, mere inches away. But he also feared that if Cheyenne were to suddenly wake up, she might slap him.

Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and, in the tranquility of this midsummer afternoon, stole a kiss from her lips.

In that fleeting moment when their lips gently met, the sweet and alluring fragrance emanating from Cheyenne left Kelvin's mind blank.

So sweet.

Cheyenne, still drowsy from her sleep, dreamt of her high school days when Kate had invited her for ice cream. She took a bite of the sweet ice cream, her tongue gently licking it... Huh, why did it suddenly disappear?

Kelvin never expected her to respond, even if it was unconsciously. But that was enough to stir a reaction within him.

His gaze darkened and, hastily, he forced himself to withdraw.

To him, Cheyenne was like a scarlet poppy that bloomed deep within his soul.

Beautiful, yet fatally toxic. Once contaminated, there was no escaping its allure!

He thought to himself, feeling intoxicated...