Became A Queen After divorce

Omari sensed that something was off with Cheyenne immediately and asked concernedly, “Cheyenne, what’s wrong?”

When he saw the man approaching him, he finally understood what was going on.

Omari’s gentle smile became even more pronounced as he wrapped his arm around Cheyenne’s slender waist and whispered in her ear, “Is it because of him?”

He couldn’t help but feel jealous of Kelvin. Just by appearing in front of Cheyenne, Kelvin could easily affect her emotions.

As Omari lowered his head for a moment, the disappointment in his eyes was hidden behind his long lashes and quickly passed.

Cheyenne felt like something was stuck in her throat and she couldn’t speak. “No…”

“Kelvin! Wait for me!” A clear and gentle voice came from the private room. In the next moment, Abbie appeared in front of Cheyenne. She was wearing a pink ladylike dress, with chestnut straight hair adorned with a pearl headband, looking elegant and graceful.

When she saw Cheyenne on the opposite side, her beautiful face showed a hint of surprise before she smiled gently.

“Miss Lawrence, what a coincidence.”

Abbie also noticed Omari standing next to Cheyenne and sighed regretfully inside. Such an outstanding man, how could he be interested in someone like Cheyenne who had been divorced? He must be blind.

Her sarcasm and disguise were almost immediately seen through by Omari. The man couldn’t help but curl his lips and there was a hint of laughter in his deep-set eyes as he hugged Cheyenne tightly.

He whispered softly into her ear with an flirtatious posture.

“Is that your ex-husband’s mistress? Cheyenne, you lost so miserably!”

In terms of figure, appearance or ability… what could Abbie compare to Cheyenne?

However, it was precisely this sickly woman who easily won all of Kelvin’s love. The eight years that Cheyenne had given him seemed insignificant compared to Abbie’s presence now.

A bitter smile appeared on her lips as she didn’t notice Omari’s hand placed on her waist for a moment.

When Cheyenne caught Kelvin’s gaze, she saw nothing but coldness and disdain in his eyes. His look was even worse than that of a stranger’s.

“Yeah, it’s so miserable,” she said with a calm smile on her face. But the more composed she appeared, the angrier Kelvin became. The chill around him grew heavier by the second.

He glanced disdainfully at Omari’s hand that rested on Cheyenne’s slender waist before turning to Abbie and speaking without a hint of attachment, “Abbie, let’s go.”

Abbie felt elated when she realized how much Kelvin despised Cheyenne. She could rest easy now.

“Kelvin, don’t be so hasty,” Abbie said as she turned to Cheyenne. “Miss Lawrence… are you looking for a private room? We just vacated one ourselves and there are still two hours left until our reservation time.”

‘What does Abbie mean? Does she think I’m reduced to being greedy for little advantages?’ Cheyenne thought.

Meanwhile, Abbie looked at Cheyenne’s shabby attire and became even more convinced that Cheyenne was now penniless.

Compared to the designer dresses worth millions of dollars that Cheyenne used to wear, what clung to her body now were cheap clothes bought from street vendors!Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ve paid for it,” Abbie continued, “Just use it since you’re not what you used to be…” With those words spoken firmly and without hesitation, Abbie turned around readying herself for departure.

Omari still smiled gently; his gaze never leaving sight of Cheyenne whom he treated like royalty, as if he held her in high esteem above all others.

“Wait!” exclaimed Omari suddenly. “We appreciate your kindness, Miss, but we won’t need this private room. Cheyenne and I will head home instead for a chat.”

“Cheyenne,” Omari turned to her and said, “I have a bottle of Producteur Comande which you mentioned wanting last time we met up together.”

Producteur Comande was famous Bordeaux red wine, with limited production. It was an estate wine that many nobles had to make reservations in advance if they wanted to buy it.”

Cheyenne liked to drink, and Kelvin knew it better than anyone else.

Unconsciously, the image of the girl’s charming and innocent appearance when she was drunk appeared in his mind.

She would always deliberately put on a seductive nightgown, opening a bottle of red wine and savoring it slowly in the dim, golden candlelight.

When she drank, she was as cute as a little kitten.

With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the taste of the wine on her lips.

Then she smiled and kissed his lips, the woman’s subtle body fragrance mixed with the rich wine, creating a strange feeling under the flickering candlelight.

Kelvin could not resist the thrill that she brought. He pulled down her nightdress and pressed her against the long table.

“Why are you drinking again?”

“Because I want you to kiss me.”

“Do you really crave it that much?”

At that time, Cheyenne couldn’t understand the complex emotions in his eyes and thought he was just shy.

She boldly reached out and hugged his shoulders, pulling the man towards her softly and charmingly.

“Honey, hug me.”

She was half-dressed, her fair skin shining under the candlelight. Kelvin couldn’t take his eyes off her.

When he finally snapped out of it, he roughly pulled up the straps of her nightgown and spoke in a cold and disdainful voice, “Cheyenne, don’t push your luck! You’re my wife, not some wild animal in heat. Act like it!”

He stormed off angrily and ordered the servants, “And no more wine for my wife from now on!”

Since then, it had been a long time since Cheyenne had tasted the flavor of red wine.

Now that Omari had mentioned it, she licked her pink lips subconsciously and said, “Sounds great.”

Her response woke Kelvin from his reverie.

His big hand hidden inside his suit sleeve clenched tightly as he turned away from Cheyenne. His deep-set eyes were now bloodshot red.

He could already imagine Cheyenne lying under another man’s body after getting drunk again.

Abbie’s “kindness” was rejected by the man. She nodded with a smile but felt unwilling inside.

“Well then, if that’s the case, I won’t disturb Miss Lawrence and you…”

“I’m Cheyenne’s boyfriend,” Omari introduced himself confidently while taking out his business card from his suit pocket. “My name is Omari Lara and I work at NIGHTBREEZE.”

Abbie didn’t want to accept it at first.

She knew about NIGHTBREEZE, Akloit’s most famous law firm. This man who was with a divorced woman like Cheyenne was probably an errand boy in the firm. With her status, she naturally looked down on such a small potato.

But in order to show her gentle side in front of Kelvin, she took the business card.