She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 151: Beautiful Women Know How To Deceive People

Chapter 151: Beautiful Women Know How to Deceive People

The solicitous behavior of Omari Lara, the renowned international lawyer, might have seemed like a sycophantic act to Kelvin. Such actions could have been perceived as embarrassing for the Lara family.

Omari was well aware of Kelvin's disdain for him, but he didn't really care. He saw it as part of the process of pursuing women and enjoyed it.

Cheyenne grabbed onto his sleeve, leaving a greasy fingerprint on the blue suit sleeve.

"Mr. Lara, you came just in time. You're the one who saved me from that car accident, right?"

As she spoke, Omari looked nervously elsewhere and met Kelvin's dark and fierce gaze.

He understood what was happening.

He coughed to disguise his nervousness before smiling slightly with parted lips. "I should protect you, Cheyenne; I'll always be there for you when danger arises."

He lowered his eyes to look at his own feet while speaking; this wasn't exactly lying though - he was simply expressing what he felt in that moment.

Cheyenne raised her chin like a victorious rooster with her long elegant neck exposed along with a thin silver chain around it.

Kelvin's grim gaze fell upon her neck - so slender that one could break it easily if they squeezed too hard.

"Mr. Foley," she said coldly while looking down on him disdainfully. "Do you have any shame? It was Mr. Lara who saved me, and yet you said you saved me instead, making me think I had the wrong person." Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Her words infuriated him as he clenched his fists tightly.

"Oh! Are we upset now? Everything I said is true! Someone heartless like yourself probably wishes I died sooner so I wouldn't get in your way or Miss Berry's way."

Every word out of her mouth only served to anger him more.

'Petty, arrogant, difficult to communicate with, boring, heartless... Is this how she see myself?'

'If I had a chance to start over again, I would never choose someone like Kelvin.' Such words hit him even harden.

'Why did I care so much about what Cheyenne thought about me? That isn't my style.'

As Kelvin's expression grew increasingly sour while Cheyenne continued tauntingly provoking him further, Omari quickly stepped forward to stop her before things escalated any further.

"Okay, Cheyenne, I know you don't like this guy and neither do I. We don't need to get angry over someone who doesn't matter. Come on, I brought you chicken soup, you'll love it."

Omari's words of "someone who doesn't matter" didn't sit well with Kelvin and his lips tightened into a straight line.

That's just how he is - the calmer he appears, the angrier he actually is.

Cheyenne felt a sense of satisfaction that she could make Mr. Foley - someone who was always calm and collected - angry.

In all the eight years that she had admired him, Kelvin had never shown her anything but indifference.

She used to wish for even just one glance from him - even if it was an angry glare - just to prove that he acknowledged her existence.

But he didn't have any hatred towards her, let alone love.

Cheyenne turned around without looking at Kelvin anymore and smiled happily at Mr. Lara instead. Her eyes were bright and clear as she said, "Mr. Lara, let's go back now. Although I'm already full from eating earlier, I can still drink some soup."

"It's my fault for being late."

As they were about to leave together, Kelvin suddenly called out Omari's name.

"Mr. Lara, can we talk for a moment?"

Omari stopped in his tracks, exchanged a brief look with Cheyenne. His smile remained gentle as he reached out a warm hand to stroke her soft, long hair. "Cheyenne, wait here for me; I'll be right back."

"Hmm," she replied softly.

'When did they become so intimate? She allows another man to touch her hair and call her intimately, though she has claimed that she can't live without me and that I am the love of her life in front of Grandfather. It's all just deceptive nonsense, isn't it? Beautiful women really know how to deceive people.' Kelvin thought.

Cheyenne watched their figures disappear into the distance, wondering why Kelvin wanted to talk with Omari.

She sighed softly before taking a seat since her waist couldn't take any more strain.

Abbie took long strides towards Cheyenne before sitting down next to her; there was less than twenty centimeters between them now.

The faint scent of Abbie's perfume wafted into Cheyenne's nostrils, making her sneeze involuntarily again.

"Miss Berry, we're not acquainted," she spoke up coldly while gesturing Abbie away slightly. "Could you please move over some more? The scent of your perfume is too strong."

She disliked overpowering scents such as ylang-ylang or magnolia-like fragrances like Abbie's perfume carried along with it .

Abbie, on the other hand, always had a strong smell of disinfectant on her because she was constantly going back and forth to the hospital for medication.

To cover up this scent, she often wore perfume with a strong fragrance.

"Cheyenne, how could we not be acquainted? I treat you like my own sister. I know you hate me because of Kelvin's situation but... I have no choice. I have no parents or family except him," Abbie said sorrowfully as tears streamed down her pale face.

After Abbie's parents died in a car accident, her world collapsed and the only hope that kept her alive was Kelvin.

When she found out he was going to marry Cheyenne, it felt like her heart shattered into pieces. The suffocating pain would never be forgotten in this lifetime.

So she purposely left the window open, refused to take medication and made herself almost at death's door on Kelvin's wedding night.

She was gambling.

She was gambling.

If Kelvin abandoned Cheyenne and flew abroad to be with her, then she would continue with this difficult love.

But if he didn't come, then Abbie would live well and make sure Cheyenne was destroyed before dying herself.

She could accept him marrying another woman but not falling in love with that woman!

"Miss Berry, don't say such things about yourself bringing misfortune towards your parents. To be honest, I'm scared! What if you jinx me as well? It's better for me to stay away from you."

Cheyenne quickly got up from where they were sitting and moved over to the other side of the table after speaking these words.

Abbie said those things hoping others would sympathize with her so they could all hate Cheyenne together. She didn't expect that Cheyenne misunderstood what she meant and even indicated that she was a jinx.

Instead of gaining sympathy from onlookers around them, she received disdainful looks.

Cheyenne smiled lightly, leaned over towards Abbie's ear and whispered something infuriating.

"Miss Berry, your affair with Kelvin has nothing to do with me. If you came to me looking for sympathy, I would suggest you turn back. Because I'm the kind of person who lacks empathy! It's too extravagant, and using it on someone like you is even more wasteful."