She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Equated Cheyenne with His Mother

The black, shiny leather shoes approached step by step, stepping on the golden maple leaves and making a dull and subtle sound.

The man's heartbeat accelerated even more, and he unconsciously increased the strength of holding her, causing her waist to ache slightly.

The tall man approached with a photo in his hand and walked up to Cheyenne.

At this critical moment, the large hand that was placed on her waist suddenly held her face.

The scent of the man rushed over, and the smell of perfume almost choked her coughing.

"Um..."

His lips pressed down, he kissed her domineeringly and forcefully. Although there was a layer of mask between them, Cheyenne could still feel the icy touch on his lips.

"Pop..."

The books in Cheyenne's hands fell one after another onto the ground. Some hit the man's instep.

But he seemed unaware and continued holding her face firmly.

Her pretty eyes stared at him wide-eyed with mist swirling inside them.

As their eyes met each other's, he showed a hint of apology in his eyes.

The tall man originally wanted to ask Cheyenne if she had seen the person in the photo, but who knew that the next moment he would see two people kissing.

The tall man could only see Omari's back and Cheyenne's blushed face.

He took a deep look at the two of them and finally walked away.

From a few steps away, Cheyenne heard the tall man say to his companion. "I just saw a really pretty woman."

His companion patted his shoulder and answered him, "Our mission is to find Mr. Lara. As for the women, after the mission is over, I'll take you to a bar. There's a girl there with an amazing figure, and she's even more impressive in the bed."

That group of people walked away, and the sound of their conversation became smaller and smaller until it could not be heard.

The man who was holding Cheyenne finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took off his own cap, revealing short fiery red hair dampened with sweat.

His hair was stuck on his fair and broad forehead; it looked like it had just been pulled out of the water.

"Miss, I'm really sorry just now. It was only because of the urgency... Ah, it hurts so much!"

That was her first kiss, you know.

She felt a mix of sadness and unfairness, which turned into anger and was channeled into a fierce kick to the man's shin.

The latter, in pain, grabbed onto the wall and cried out, his big hand quickly touching his injured shin, "You!"

"You scum! If I ever see you again, I'll kick your ass," Cheyenne spat before storming off.

Unbeknownst to her, she had dropped her book on the ground. It was picked up by a pair of long and beautiful hands.

The man gritted his teeth as he opened the book to find "Cheyenne" written on the second page.

Her name was Cheyenne? What a nice name.

Later that day, Cheyenne returned to her hotel room only to realize she had lost her book. She retraced her steps but couldn't find it anywhere.

Fate works in mysterious ways because when she returned to the hotel lobby feeling dejected, she saw that red-haired man from earlier holding out her book for her.

Omari handed it over and even gave her his business card. But at that moment, Cheyenne wasn't impressed and tore up the card before coldly saying, "I don't need it."

If it were anyone else who offended Omari like this, they would have been taken care of quietly by him. But since it was Cheyenne, he found this amusing instead.