She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 731: He didn't have the courage to let her see his face

"Kelvin?"

When Benson saw the man approaching, a rare smile appeared on his handsome face, and he chuckled.

"I knew it was Mr. Walker, even when Cheyenne lost her memory, she didn't forget you. I admit, you win."

There was a hint of blood at the corner of his lips, and the tenderness and reluctance in his eyes shattered the hearts of those who saw it.

After looking deeply at the unconscious Cheyenne, he seemed to have made a difficult decision, closed his eyes, and softly said,

"You take her back to Chulae, and never come back."

Kelvin, as cold as an iceberg, stared sharply at Benson, his strong and stylish eyebrows showing his undoubted desire for the man in front of him to die.

His injuries and the explosion were all designed by this hypocritical man. After that, he shamelessly deceived Cheyenne, trying to claim his own wife and child. "I don't need you to tell me, I'll do it."

Kelvin coldly gestured to Eddie with his eyes, and the latter quickly understood his meaning, launching a sudden attack on the man behind him. "Oof..."

The masked man let out a muffled sound, painful as he cradled his stomach and crouched down.

Taking advantage of this moment, Eddie ran to the bed and lifted the unconscious Cheyenne, nodding to Kelvin as if to say, "It's done." "Put her down!"

Rohan's eyes were bloodshot, like a raging beast, roaring at everyone, furious at his son's betrayal.

Even more furious, he felt threatened by a junior, which was an absolute humiliation for someone of his high status and authority. Calm and composed, Kelvin pressed the blade against Charlotte's neck with a little force.

"It hurts, father, save me... I don't want to die."

Blood began to drip onto Charlotte's white collar.

"Drip..."

It landed on her white blouse, and her eyes widened in horror when she saw the red, her complexion turning pale.

How could the future heiress of the family die?

As Charlotte seemed on the verge of dying under the man's blade, Rohan's veins bulged on his forehead in desperation. His face contorted with rage, his voice hoarse as he begged, "Stop! Let her go, and I'll let you all leave!"

Moved, Charlotte bit her rosy lip tightly, her eyes turning red like a startled "bunny," trembling as she looked at Kelvin, her heart shattered into pieces.

She loved Mr. Walker so deeply, only to be threatened by him for the sake of another woman.

If she had known what would happen today, that night she should have paid any price to get rid of that troublesome woman!

Silent tension pervaded the room, a sense of imminent eruption, but no one dared to act recklessly.

After all, it was about Charlotte's safety, they could only watch as the group left from their sights.

So, Kelvin held Charlotte at knifepoint, Eddie carried Cheyenne, and Yvonne followed closely as they slowly moved towards the door.

As they reached the doorway, she angrily kicked the well-dressed man, who grunted in pain.

"You looking for trouble?"

His voice turned fierce as he glared back.

Yvonne's heart skipped a beat, and she mustered the courage to glare back, angrily chastising in a low voice, "What are you looking at, you hypocrite! I used to think you were a good person."

If she had known what kind of

person he was, she would never have accepted his invitation, taking Cheyenne along. Kelvin showed no mercy as he held a knife to the woman's neck and led her out, a black luxury car parked outside the

Miller family's door.

In the driver's seat, Chris was anxiously waiting, frequently glancing at his wristwatch and displaying signs of worry.

The CEO had been inside for almost half an hour. Nothing bad could have happened, right?

Soon, he saw the CEO slowly walking out from the front gate with a stunningly beautiful girl, the latter stumbling in her wooden clogs.

Most people would assist a delicate beauty about to fall, but he rudely pressed the man's shoulder to keep her inside the car.

"Drive!" he coldly ordered as soon as they were both in the car.

Chris glanced sideways. Was that flash of bright color Miss Lawrence again? What had happened to her?

The hotel.

A beam of sunlight outside shone in, reflecting the bright snow light outside and outlining the dark and lonely figure.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as Cheyenne woke up, she saw that figure and inexplicably felt a pang of sadness, her eyes reddening.

She hesitated for a moment, about to pull back the covers and get out of bed, but before she could move, a faint sound startled the man awake, and their eyes met.

In that instant, their eyes locked.

Even under the silver mask, his deep-set-eyes glistened with an unusually bright light, looking at her with unexpected delight. But soon, that light faded, turning into a calm surface without a ripple.

He walked to Cheyenne's bed and stopped, deliberately suppressing his longing and spoke in a cold tone, "You're awake. Are you still in pain? Do you need me to call your friend?" With that, he turned and raised his foot to walk towards the door.

No one saw the self-deprecating and bitter smile that hung at the corner of his lips as he turned around, touching people's hearts.

Suddenly, a small white hand grabbed his sleeve.

Boom!

Kelvin felt like he had been electrocuted, instantly feeling numb, paralyzed, and blank in his mind.

The corner of his eye lightly fell on the fair hand that was grabbing his black sleeve. He didn't try to guess what Cheyenne meant by this. Just as he ended up with many strange thoughts in his mind, she spoke.

Perhaps because she had been lying down for many days and had just woken up, her voice was weak and hoarse, soft and tender, evoking a desire to protect.

She frowned, her watery eyes twinkling, looking at the towering figure, and softly said, "I'm hungry."

Kelvin had thought of many things, but he had never expected her to say that. In addition to feeling disappointed, he felt it fortunate that she had not recognized him. After all, his monstrous appearance right now was enough to scare many people, and he simply did not have the courage to appear before her in this state.