She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 214: You'Re Only Worth One Dollar

Chapter 214: You're Only Worth One Dollar

Old Mr. Foley had a red face and the sound inside made him blush even more. But secretly, he was applauding for his grandson. He believed that he would soon have a great-grandchild.

"Mr. Lara, you heard it too. Cheyenne is busy right now, so you should go back first."

Omari gave old Mr. Foley a cold look, and his gaze didn't ignore the locked door. "Is the person inside really Cheyenne? I don't believe it! Even if it is her, there might be some extenuating circumstances, right?"

"Of course, it's because Cheyenne still loves my grandson. It's not your concern."

Old Mr. Foley lowered his head, feeling a bit guilty for the first time.

"I won't give up on Cheyenne."

Omari didn't know how he left the Foley Mansion, but on the other side of the door was the woman he loved.

Should he kick the door down? He was afraid of seeing Cheyenne with another man, a scene that would hurt him a hundred, a thousand times more than anything else.

It felt like he had gone back in time, back to three years ago - on her wedding day.

Omari left slowly, like a soulless body. To be honest, the sight of him walking away was heart- wrenching and desolate, and it brought a hint of moisture to old Mr. Foley's eyes.

He could tell that this young man also had deep feelings for Cheyenne. But people are selfish. If Kelvin truly didn't care about Cheyenne, he might not have done this.

But when he saw his grandson holding Cheyenne in front of everyone, he knew that his grandson was just talking tough.

For the sake of his grandson's lifelong happiness, he had hurt another person and felt guilty about it for some time.

The temperature inside continued to rise. Whether due to medication or jealousy flames burning within Kelvin, he hadn't stopped yet while Cheyenne felt like she was the prey in his mouth, almost chewed to bits and swallowed by him.

Though there was a layer of carpet between them, her skin was soft, and a slight pinch would leave an imprint.

Kelvin glanced at her, a hint of tenderness flickering in his eyes. He firmly supported her delicate waist, effortlessly lifting her from the floor. Soon, they both found themselves on the soft bed.

The spacious villa was completely deserted. Old Mr. Foley had ordered the place to be locked down, and they received their meals delivered daily.

Cheyenne knew something was wrong with her body. This lack of control felt incredibly frustrating.

Having just rested for a while, Kelvin hadn't had the chance to put out his cigarette when Cheyenne snatched it from his mouth.

Her lips left an imprint on his, biting down on his lip as if she were releasing pent-up emotions, and a bittersweet trace of blood seeped through.

This was the first time she had initiated a kiss since her divorce.

Kelvin's eyes held surprise and a slight tremor. He quickly extinguished the cigarette.

"Be careful not to burn yourself," he warned.

"Kelvin, I'll hate you. I really will hate you. It took me so long to forget about you, what the hell is this?" Tears fell onto her lips as they intertwined, but Kelvin only tasted bitterness and resentment.

A hint of helplessness crept onto his handsome face as he hugged her waist tightly in his arms, patting her back soothingly with rare anticipation in his cold voice. "Then hate me."

Hate was better than nothing at all; Kelvin was tired of being treated like air by Cheyenne while she smiled coyly at other men.

He didn't understand before but now it was too late; she said she no longer loved him.

Finally exhausted from crying, Cheyenne fell asleep on Kelvin's chest while he held onto her hand tightly without letting go until they both drifted off into slumber together.

Time passed quietly with a strong scent filling the room that made even the maid who opened the door blush red and avoid looking inside.

Cheyenne woke up from a rustling sound amidst sleepiness; suddenly opening her fierce eyes that made even the maid's heart skip a beat before bowing apologetically upon seeing them open again.

What met her gaze were bronze-colored skin covered in imprints where her waist was restrained by large hands that couldn't be shaken off even after moving around twice - ironic considering this was their first night sleeping together after three years of marriage ending in divorce.

Cheyenne stared at Kelvin's sleeping face for quite some time before raising an eyebrow.

His lips were tightly pressed together. His expression was serious even in his sleep.

She almost succumbed once more.

"What time is it?"

"Mrs. Foley... it's ten o'clock."

Cheyenne dismissed the maid, then gently pushed away Kelvin's hand while supporting herself to head towards the bathroom...

The agreed-upon time was yesterday; she broke her word and she hoped going now would still make it.

She simply wiped herself dry.

Looking at herself covered in bruises in the mirror, Cheyenne scolded Kelvin in her mind for the umpteenth time.

Trembling, she put on her clothes and picked up her handbag. She took out a coin from it and threw it next to his pillow.

Before leaving, she murmured a few words quietly in front of him.

"You are not whoring yourself for nothing, but your skills are only worth one dollar!"

Downstairs, old Mr. Foley was drinking tea.

Emelia was sitting on the sofa with a pile of books in front of her.

She looked frustrated, indicating that she was forced to study.

When Cheyenne walked down from upstairs, Emelia's disdain was evident in her sarcastic remark. "Miss Lawrence must have worked really hard."

"Emelia!" After being shouted at by her grandfather, Emelia finally restrained herself.

Cheyenne walked into the hall and looked calmly at old Mr. Foley, remaining silent for a second.

A hoarse voice sounded. "Why?"

"You... you already know?"

Old Mr. Foley bowed his head in guilt.

When old Mr. Foley saw the marks on Cheyenne's wrists, he silently cursed Kelvin for being so rude.

"Cheyenne, I... I want you to reconcile with Kelvin. You both still love each other, don't you?"

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Cheyenne laughed and said self-deprecatingly, "Before, I really treated you as my grandpa."

After speaking, she took a step forward and walked towards the door.

The thin and lonely figure made old Mr. Foley's nose feel sour.

He quickly chased after.

"Cheyenne, I was wrong. Don't ignore me, I... I shouldn't have disregarded your feelings. But trust me, Kelvin really has you in his heart."

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne's mind became a jumbled mess, but she eventually managed to forcefully snapped out of it.

She had been thinking about this question for the past three days.

But she finally concluded that whether Kelvin loved her or not didn't matter anymore.

There was no possibility between them as long as Abbie is involved.

Kelvin chose Abbie. It was destined, but she forcefully tried to change the fate.

Loving him so much without receiving anything in return, she would also be exhausted.

"Enough, Grandpa. I don't want to waste my youth over Kelvin anymore."

"Being ignored for more than a thousand days and nights, I have given up. I will never come back to the Foley Mansion again. Take care of yourself."

After speaking, she turned around and left without looking back.

At that moment, old Mr. Foley felt what it was like to have a panic attack. He felt a tightness in his chest and then fainted.

"Call an ambulance quickly."