She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 150: Young And Naive

Chapter 150: Young and Naive

Although she was itching with hatred, she had to compromise as her waist got hurt. She grabbed the handkerchief he handed over with her fair and tender hands, exerting a lot of effort just to steady herself. She breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. By the way, what's your name, handsome?" Cheyenne asked. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Sam casually folded the well-made handkerchief and threw it into the nearby trash can. Cheyenne widened her eyes and pursed her lips in anger.

"... Do you have to be so exaggerated?"

His face turned slightly red as his features became even more handsome in his blue suit that exuded an air of high-end quality.

"Sam Hurst. Miss Lawrence, you can call me Sam."

Sam? The image of three people on Kelvin's desk came into Cheyenne's mind - Kelvin in the middle, a young man wearing a sweater and white shirt on his left side with blonde hair and gentle smile; strangely enough, there was no head for the person on their right side which seemed cut off from the picture.

She had asked him about that picture before. Kelvin got annoyed by her questions and finally answered her.

The young man in the sweater was named Sam, his good friend.

As for the person whose head was cut off in the photo, no matter how much Cheyenne asked, Kelvin refused to reveal his name and even pushed her out of the study. When she returned to the study, the photo was gone, presumably hidden by him.

"Miss Lawrence? What are you thinking about?" Sam smiled lightly as he waved his hand in front of Cheyenne's eyes.

Cheyenne snapped back to reality with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth before flashing him a bright and sweet smile. "I'm just wondering how someone like you could be friends with someone like Kelvin."

Hearing Cheyenne mention Kelvin in a disdainful tone made Sam curious and gently ask, "Why do you say that?"

"You're good-looking except for lacking gentlemanly manners while Kelvin is such an arrogant cheapskate who acts like everyone owes him millions," Cheyenne said disdainfully. "He hardly talks or communicates because he has such an unsociable personality which makes being around him extremely boring."

A hint of darkness flashed through Sam's eyes while his lips curved elegantly as he spoke clearly yet charmingly, "Miss Lawrence, well, since he's so terrible, why did you choose him in the first place?"

Cheyenne lamented with a regretful expression on her stunning face and sneered. "It's all because I was young and naive."

"Well... Miss Lawrence, actually I wanted to say..." Kelvin is right behind you!

"If I had a chance to start over again, I would never choose someone like Kelvin," she continued.

As soon as she finished speaking, the air around them seemed to drop several degrees as if they had entered winter early. Or maybe it was just because the air conditioning was too low.

"Achoo!" She sneezed and felt a sudden chill on her hand.

Sam looked like he was facing an enemy with bulging veins on his forehead and a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Master Sam, I'm sorry; the air conditioning is turned too low."

"It's okay," Sam replied stiffly.

'Really okay? Why does he look so terrified?' Cheyenne thought.

The next moment, Cheyenne saw that elegant and gentle man fleeing towards the door, almost tripping over himself. And then she saw what caused this icy atmosphere - Kelvin!

Kelvin glared at her with cold deep-set eyes, and the simmering anger on his well-defined, handsome face was evident.

He was dressed in a black suit that wrapped around his slender limbs. His figure was tall and elegant without appearing too thin. From head to toe, he exuded both refinement and dominance, making people involuntarily submit to him.

And by his side stood Abbie, someone whom Cheyenne never wanted to see again in her life! Abbie wore an insincere smile on her fair face as if enjoying watching the show before saying gently, "Kelvin, who would have thought that Miss Lawrence would be talking behind your back? Don't be angry; she didn't mean it."

Listening to these hypocritical words made Cheyenne feel nauseous enough that she almost vomited out what she ate earlier!

She raised her smiling face confidently without any sense of guilt for talking behind someone's back.

"Save your phony words; that's what I believe. Mr. Foley, if you are angry and want revenge against me for my words, then come after me when my injuries heal. After all, bullying a disabled lady is not the act of a gentleman."

Kelvin took a step forward and looked down at her with aggressive eyes. His voice was mixed with a hint of annoyance as he said, "Cheyenne, is this how you treat your lifesaver?"

"Lifesaver?"

She looked skeptical with her beautiful eyebrows furrowed lightly, "What kind of lifesaver are you to me?"

"You!"

This ungrateful woman had actually forgotten his favor of saving her life.

If he hadn't shown up in time, she might have been captured by that group of people and her life would be in danger now.

'Now that she's out of danger, it seems she's not acknowledging that, right?'

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her delicate, fair wrist, exerting a slight force. Watching her face crinkle with pain, he finally felt a bit relieved. Such an ungrateful foolish woman, she deserved the pain!

"Let go!" her clear voice coldly exclaimed; she stared at him with a pair of innocent watery eyes, like a little angry female cat which showed its sharp claws.

"You were intercepted by someone, if it weren't for me..."

He hadn't finished speaking when a sudden cry behind him interrupted his words, leaving the remaining few words stuck in his throat.

A figure suddenly bumped into him, pushing Kelvin to the side.

"Cheyenne, you scared me. I didn't see you in the hospital room and thought something happened to you. Let me check, are you okay?"

In the dimly lit cafeteria, Omari's skin appeared cold and pale, his lips were rosy, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his straight nose. He exuded the vibe of an elite lawyer, catching the eyes of those around him.

The worry in his eyes warmed Cheyenne's heart, but she shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I just sprained my waist..."

Upon hearing that, Omari raised one hand and reached towards her waist while muttering, "You're still saying you're fine? Your waist is so slim. I am really upset to hear that. How are you feeling now, does it hurt?"

Kelvin stared at Omari's hand, but luckily Cheyenne blocked it just as it was about to touch her waist.

Kelvin finally breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his gaze.