She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 102: It Is Hers

Chapter 102: It Is Hers

Kelvin frowned when he saw that she had been inside for a long time without coming out.

He put down the pen in his hand and stood up to walk into the bedroom to take a look.

Abbie was holding a box in her hand.

The man's face immediately turned extremely dark, and he sternly rebuked her, "Why did you go through my wardrobe?"

His voice suddenly rang in Abbie's ear, cold as the winter pond. It startled her and she dropped what was in her hand onto the ground.

The black, sexy lingerie lay on the bright white floor and had caught Kelvin's eye as well.

What the hell was this?

Why would it be in his wardrobe?

Abbie turned around with tears streaming down her face and looked at Kelvin with a pitiful voice, asking, "Kelvin, is this... hers?"

She referred to Cheyenne naturally.

He didn't answer her words right away, instead he squatted down and picked it up, looking at the label for a moment.

"It's hers."

Abbie's tears flowed even more violently, with tears rolling down her cheeks. "Why does it have to be her? Even if it were someone else, it would be better."

She would rather he had an affair with other women than Cheyenne.

Listening to her words, Kelvin felt an indescribable sense of annoyance. He tossed the lingerie into the box and closed it shut.

Calmly, he answered Abbie's question, "Cheyenne is my lawfully wedded wife, I couldn't possibly have not slept with her."

"And, this is my personal matter, I don't want you to intervene, do you understand?"

His boundaries were crystal clear; he saw her as nothing more than a younger sister. Beyond that, he owed Abbie a life, and that was it.

He can't and doesn't want to give anything else.

Listening to Kelvin's heartless words, Abbie almost couldn't catch her breath and fainted.

Her face turned pale, and she clutched her chest with one hand, leaning against the door and gasping in pain. Her painful appearance made Kelvin feel guilty again.

"Abbie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. Please hang in there."

"Kelvin... Kelvin, I beg you, forget about Cheyenne!" She tugged at Kelvin's sleeve, tears glistening, her sharp nails digging into his flesh.

It hurt slightly.

Kelvin's face darkened. "She doesn't matter to me anymore. Besides, she and I are already divorced."

He really doesn't understand why Abbie always has to bring up that woman in his ear.

Upon hearing his words, her heart finally felt a bit better. She leaned against the door panel and took some time to calm down.

"Let's go to the hospital."

Abbie spoke weakly, looking at Kelvin with concern. Only then did she feel that she was different in his heart.

Kelvin sighed imperceptibly, but it only strengthened his determination to get the Rejuvenated Herb.

"Kelvin, since this is her thing, why don't... why don't I help you throw it away? It's not very pleasing to the eye here," Abbie suggested softly as her eyes shimmered.

It took Kelvin a while to remember that he bought this lingerie a year ago. Cheyenne came to deliver some files and somehow they ended up on the bed together. When they were doing it, he accidentally ruined Cheyenne's lingerie. She pouted and demanded that he compensate her with a new one. So he bought one and put it in this wardrobe waiting for Cheyenne to come back again.

But their relationship turned cold after that incident and Cheyenne never came back to see him at work again so the lingerie remained untouched in the closet with its tags still attached.

"I'll let Chris handle this matter; you go rest first," Kelvin said as he regained his senses and helped Abbie out of the bedroom before closing the door behind them.

"Chris?" There seemed to be an implication in Kelvin's words, and she didn't seem entirely pleased, but since he had promised to throw away the lingerie anyway, it was ultimately what she wanted.

"Okay."

"Let's go. I'll take you back to your villa first."

Kelvin picked up his car keys from the drawer without giving any room for refusal before walking towards the door. Abbie gritted her teeth but followed him closely. She actually wanted to stay at the Foley Villa with Kelvin but apparently, he showed no intention of taking her there.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne had finished dressing up and walked downstairs where people were seated in groups chatting away happily.

Nora wore a white Chanel-style skirt paired with two braids tied into butterfly knots on either side of her head along with an elegant bow hairband making her look charmingly cute.

In contrast, Cheyenne looked casual wearing baggy sweatpants paired up with high-waisted white t- shirt while tying up all of curly hair into a messy bun which gave off lazy vibes.

If not for how pretty she looked naturally, people might have mistaken what she wore as pajamas instead.

"Let's go."

"Cheyenne, are you really going out like this? It seems rather inappropriate," Nora said deliberately, casting a disdainful glance at Cheyenne.

Malaya turned to look, her expression surprised. She then insincerely added, "Cheyenne, if you don't have anything to wear, you can borrow Nora's clothes for now. It's all my fault. You've been married for three years and I haven't bought you clothes very often,"

Cheyenne couldn't help but laugh. The clothes Malaya bought for her always ended up being ridiculed by others.

"Don't worry about it, Malaya," she replied.

"Okay, time is almost up. Father, how about you bring both of them along?" George was not pleased with Cheyenne's attitude. His wife had kindly offered to buy her clothes, but Cheyenne acted like his wife owed her a lot.

Layne slowly put down his tea cup and got ready to stand up. Nora came over to help him up but he avoided her touch, saying, "I'm not so old that I can't walk on my own."

The young girl stood there awkwardly as they left the room. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

In the garage, Nora looked at the pink Lamborghini in front of her and felt envious once again. She had gotten her driver's license already but still hadn't bought a car yet because her father said she didn't need one while Malaya promised to buy a BMW for her by year-end.

But how could a BMW compare to this Lamborghini which costs around 20 million?

"I'm planning to buy a car by the end of the year. I wonder if you have the same model, sis?" Nora's sudden use of "sis" was indeed quite unusual.

"Nope," replied Cheyenne without hesitation or emotion in her voice.

"Oh really? How is that possible?"

"My car is limited edition and this pink one is unique," Cheyenne spoke casually but it only made Nora feel even more envious inside.

Nora laughed awkwardly before saying, "Oh, okay then... I'll just get myself a Porsche or something." The price tag on Porsche Cayennes were also above 4 million and Malaya definitely couldn't afford that much money right now anyway.

Nora's statement was undoubtedly an attempt to appear wealthier than she actually was.