She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Pillow Talk

Only heaven knows how long it took for someone as proud as Kelvin to utter such self-deprecating words.

Being the most eligible bachelor in Akloit, combined with his striking looks and model-like physique bestowed upon him by the heavens, he was surrounded by no shortage of admirers.

Countless women offered themselves to him...

Even though Kelvin, like other successful men, kept a string of lovers, it was nothing more than a scandalous rumor in other people's mouths.

He had the qualifications for it.

However, his abstinence prevented him from having any lingering affairs in his life, except for the occasional exception with Abbie due to a mix of sympathy and pity.

As proud as he was, he could never bring himself to pursue someone like this, let alone express his desire so boldly.

Cheyenne, however, treated his words as delusional rambling, laughing coldly and bluntly rejecting him at the door.

"Kelvin, I don't recall you losing your mind," she remarked.

With that, she roughly grabbed his suit collar and yanked it downward.

The black jacket peeled away, leaving him in a white shirt that showcased his handsome face, with features resembling a work of art, exuding a cold and ethereal aura like a natural aristocrat.

His well-built chest filled out the shirt, perfectly fitting the stereotype of looking slim with clothes on but having muscle when unclothed.

If it were before, Cheyenne would have already clung onto him with both hands.

In Kelvin's eyes, she was naturally rebellious, arrogant, and greedy.

She was even more passionate and sincere when it came to matters of love, showing her true self down to her bones.

She couldn't resist now, but she pretended to be indifferent, standing to the side with a professional gaze, looking at him just like those lifeless props in a laboratory.

Kelvin refused to believe that Cheyenne lacked any trace of desire for him.

His big hand abruptly grabbed her delicate and petite chin, applying just enough pressure to make her look up at him.

His deep and magnetic voice sounded angrily in her ear as he stared at her in disbelief, "Cheyenne, stop pretending. Aren't you infatuated with that kind of sophisticated, cold, and passionate love?"

And he fulfilled precisely those qualities.

Cheyenne gently lowered her thick lashes and focused on his hand, gripping his wrist with her small, fair, and smooth hands.

She twisted, breaking free from his grasp.

Her gaze carried a disdain that reached unprecedented heights as she looked at him.

Letting out a soft sigh, she turned around and walked towards a nearby shelf, stating, "Kelvin, let's just leave it at this. I did my best, and I'm tired."

"Let's just leave it at this. I did my best."

At first, these words didn't seem to hold any significance.

But upon rereading them, Kelvin felt as if his heart had been ripped to shreds.

Why did he only realize her worth after losing her?