She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 39: Kelvin, You Bring It On Yourself

Chapter 39: Kelvin, You Bring It on Yourself

Cheyenne pulled up in her luxury car and slowly stopped beside him. She rolled down the window, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

"Who would have thought I'd run into Mr. Foley here? What a coincidence," she said with a smile.

Kelvin's lips were pressed into a straight line as he looked at the smiling woman in front of him with bulging veins on his forehead. How could he let this woman see him in such an embarrassed state?

This was more frustrating than losing billions of dollars in business negotiations.

His eyes grew colder especially when he saw her "cool" outfit. Cheyenne never dressed like that before.

What Kelvin didn't know was that Cheyenne used to think he liked the elegant and refined type like Abbie. In order to cater to his preferences and create an image of being obedient at home, she wore a vintage and elegant long dress.

Now that they were divorced, there was no need for her to restrain herself anymore; she could dress however she wanted.

Kelvin withdrew his gaze from her and put on a cold expression as if saying "I don't want anything to do with you." This had always been his attitude towards her.

"What coincidence? If Miss Lawrence has nothing better to do, please leave now," he said coldly.

The same words and attitude made Cheyenne feel dazed for a moment.

The scene from back then floated vaguely in her mind.

At the time, Kelvin had just taken over the Foley Group. In his early twenties, he was so busy that he would forget to eat sometimes.

He would always stop on his way to work for a few minutes and have his assistant Chris go down to the coffee shop to buy him some coffee.

And sixteen-year-old Cheyenne, just so she could catch a glimpse of him from afar, worked as a waitress at the shop during her free time after school.

In reality, with her background, even if the Edwards family wasn't as prosperous as it used to be, they could make her lead a sheltered life. But Cheyenne came here to work anyway.

No matter how hot or cold it was, she would wake up half an hour earlier than everyone else just so she could see him for a moment.

He liked black coffee easy on the sugar.

When she packed up his order one day and secretly dipped some with her finger before putting it in her mouth – it was really bitter. She didn't understand why he wanted such bitter stuff first thing in the morning; she preferred sweet things herself.

To make sure Kelvin had the best black coffee possible, Cheyenne asked a friend to bring bags of top-quality coffee beans from South Aplos.

She always personally ground the coffee beans until blisters formed on her hands. After brewing the coffee, she put it in a thermos. When Kelvin arrived, she casually took the packaged coffee and handed it to him as if it were no big deal.

Black coffee easy on the sugar at an ideal temperature was perfect for Kelvin whose stomach wasn't feeling too good.

Afterwards, there was a period where Kelvin no longer sent Chris out for coffee anymore because Abbie got sick.

During that period, Kelvin not only had to go to work but also had to focus on his studies at university. In his spare time, he even had to take Abbie to the hospital for a check-up. He didn't have time to stay for a few minutes longer.

Cheyenne waited for him for almost a month and finally saw him again. It was already autumn, and Kelvin was wearing a brown coat with a white shirt and black suit pants, looking somewhat thin. However, his eyes were even more piercing and profound than before.

She quickly said goodbye to her friend and wanted to stand in front of him. But then Abbie walked out of the clothing store wearing a beige floral dress, shyly standing in front of him as if asking him "Do I look good?"

The man's back was facing her, so she couldn't see Kelvin's expression clearly. But Abbie smiled so gently that he must have complimented her appearance.

Cheyenne still summoned up the courage and walked up with a faint smile on her face, calling out "Mr. Foley! What are the odds? Fate huh?" Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

She didn't look at Abbie but could feel the coldness in her gaze towards herself. However, she did not care.

Her bright and fiery eyes stared deeply into Kelvin's handsome yet resolute face.

At first, he frowned slightly before impatiently interrupting their conversation just like how it happened right now.

"If Miss Lawrence has nothing better to do, please leave now," Kelvin said coldly.

Cheyenne's heart shattered into pieces at that moment, but she managed to force a smile. "I'm sorry for offending you. It just surprised me to see you. My apologies."

"I don't know you, Miss Lawrence," Kelvin replied with disgust and indifference.

Cheyenne's fiery red lips curled up slightly at the thought of the past.

"Well then, I won't disturb your walk, Mr. Foley, since I have plans to meet someone else. Goodbye!"

With that, she put on her sunglasses and rolled up the car window before stepping on the gas pedal.

"Vroom!" The wheels splashed countless puddles of water outside the car window, creating a water curtain over one meter high.

"Splash!" And it landed all over Kelvin who was standing too close and got drenched in water from head to toe.

His short hair was wet and stuck to his cheeks, water droplets falling from the tips and reflecting the coldness in his eyes.

His white shirt was inevitably covered in mud.

He had a serious case of OCD.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Kelvin shouted her name through gritted teeth as he watched the pink luxury car drive away.

"Cheyenne Lawrence!" After our divorce, you just became so arrogant!

The luxury car had gone more than ten meters away. Cheyenne glanced at the tall and disheveled figure in the rear view mirror.

Unable to resist her good mood, she opened the sunroof and went for a joyride!

Kelvin, you brought it upon yourself!

...

Screams came from room 309 VIP at Akloit Royal Hospital.

"It hurt... you damn girl! Don't you know how to be gentle?"

"Are you trying to murder me?"

Cheyenne paused at the door with her sunglasses off and hanging on her shoulder bag. She placed her hand on the doorknob and twisted it gently.

The door opened, and the sound that came from inside was even more deafening. "Come on, it's kind enough of me to come here to see you," Kate's cheerful voice rang in Cheyenne's ear as she pushed open the door.

The two inside were both stunned for a second before breaking into smiles at the same time. Reece was still wearing his costume from filming, a drab gray long coat with a plaid scarf around his neck. This attire of an intellectual caught Cheyenne's eye and made her curl her lip in disgust.

"I heard you got hurt? You look perfectly fine to me!" she said with skepticism.

At this, Reece immediately took his hand out from behind him and held it up for Cheyenne to see. It was wrapped like a pig trotter...

Cheyenne was surprised and slightly taken aback as she looked at him with slightly parted lips. "Is it that serious? Did you have to get casted?" But wait... if he had been casted, he wouldn't be able to move...

Kate grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head. "No, no... I just wrapped it up myself."

Cheyenne hesitated before finally saying, "Well done."