She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: A Slap in the Face

However, her face turned pale as she shook her head, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she bit her lip.

In extreme agony, she held her head in her hands, continuously patting it and exclaimed, "I can't remember! It hurts so much! Where did I put it... Where did I put it?"

Seeing her distress, Benson suddenly felt worthless.

With complicated emotions in his eyes, he took a step forward, grabbing Cheyenne's flailing hands, preventing her from further "self-harm."

In a clear and gentle voice, as soft as wind chimes by the seaside, he whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Cheyenne. I shouldn't have pressured you to remember. It's fine if you can't recall."

"I've already sent someone to investigate old Mr. Edwards' whereabouts. I believe we will have an answer soon, so don't worry."

Cheyenne obediently lowered her hand, nodding. "Mm-hmm."

"I'm sorry, Benson. I couldn't remember. He is my grandfather, and you had to help me search for him. Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Benson fondly bent down, playfully flicking her nose with his index finger. "Cheyenne, what are you saying? Between us... there's no need to say thank you. Old Mr. Edwards has also been kind to me; this is something I should do."

In reality, she didn't remember the past, and it was actually a relief for her.

Being able to live under the same roof, personally taking care of her, and seeing her every day was precious to him.

He was actually afraid that if Cheyenne regained her memories, she wouldn't be as calm around him anymore.

He prayed to have more time with Cheyenne.

Even if it was just one more day.

Kelvin was already dead, and she didn't need to cling to the past anymore.

Cheyenne looked thoughtfully at the familiar and elegant Benson in front of her, her hand hidden beneath her sleeve tightly gripping, causing her palm to sweat profusely.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue were ultimately swallowed down, and she casually raised her head, revealing a sweet smile to him.

"Mmm, smells good. What did we have for breakfast this morning?"

Benson quickly returned to his normal self and walked with a smile to the table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he had just brought in front of Cheyenne.

"I knew you were hungry. I specially made this seafood congee and chicken soup. Have a taste."

The first floor of this five-star hotel was the restaurant, and all guests staying here could enjoy the food for free. The variety was wide, and the taste was pretty good.

However, Benson was still dissatisfied.

He felt that this kind of buffet-style food lacked a properly balanced nutrition, so he decided to personally take charge.

As for his cooking skills, they were naturally far superior to Cheyenne's, not to mention even comparing to the professional chefs here.

Cheyenne ate with great satisfaction. She finished the entire bowl of seafood congee and chicken soup by herself.

Benson sat in a chair beside her, propping his cheek with one hand, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Take your time, Cheyenne. No one's here to compete with you."

"Oh, by the way, do you have any plans for today?"

She still had food in her mouth, but upon hearing Benson's question, she finally dared to lift her head from the bowl.