She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: You'll Die Ten Years Earlier Than Me

In broad daylight, if people outside were to find out that she and Kelvin were doing it in her office, she might as well quit her job at the hospital.

The soundproofing of this room was not good, so Cheyenne could only bite Kelvin's shoulder fiercely, venting all her anger on him.

She continued until her mouth was filled with the taste of sweet, metallic blood, yet she showed no signs of letting go.

Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, helplessly staring at her thick, flowing hair that swayed like ripples. "Cheyenne, go easy."

"Easy my foot! If it hurts, we both feel the pain. Who's afraid of who?"

Reluctantly, he carried her and walked towards the office desk, gently brushing aside the files on top to make room for her to sit.

"It shouldn't hurt like this now, you pampered girl."

When his gaze fell upon the red marks on her fair shoulder, a hint of tenderness flickered in his deep-set eyes, softening his actions.

Cheyenne closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth. She tried to convince herself that she had paid for the services of a handsome gigolo.

...

Time passed, and the fragmented sounds in the director's office finally quieted down. Kelvin sat on a chair, holding the exhausted woman in his arms.

Large beads of sweat dripped down his broad forehead, sliding across his straight nose and landing on Cheyenne's delicate shoulder.

Finally, he lightly kissed it, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.

Cheyenne was too exhausted to even lift a finger. She slumped on his shoulder, lacking the energy to do anything except give Kelvin some instructions.

"Tissue."

"Mhm."

Stretching out his long arm, he pulled out a tissue from the box on the desk. Just when Cheyenne was about to reach out to take it, Kelvin personally wiped the sweat off her.

"I can do it myself."

She still wasn't used to his sudden tenderness, always feeling that something was off. The man pursed his lips and smiled lightly at her. His cold, stern eyes stared at her delicate face and he couldn't help but hold her hand and play with it.

"You're tired, let me do it."

Since he wanted to be attentive, Cheyenne didn't refuse. It was as if she was acting like a queen, ordering Kelvin around to wipe her sweat, help her put on clothes, and tidy up the scattered files on the desk...

Her triumphant look was reminiscent of a villainous character who had gained power, but Kelvin looked at her pink and tender face, her weak and slumped figure on the chair, and couldn't help but feel joy in his heart.

He was willing to be at her beck and call.

As the CEO of the Foley Group, when had he ever done such trivial tasks?

The room was still filled with an intense and peculiar scent. When he looked at her, her bones seemed to tremble under his gaze.

Her face immediately turned cold. "You can leave now, Kelvin."

As Kelvin's lips were about to curl up, they froze. He was both angry and amused.

Men were always the ones who refused to admit their mistakes. Now, this woman was burning bridges. Hadn't she been immersed in it just now?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer at her hypocrisy.