She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 740: I'm Afraid You've Caught a Cold and Will Infect Me

With the situation becoming increasingly dire, Corey decided to escape and seek help. Just at that moment, his father fell ill. Chris appeared before him and informed him that Kelvin was not dead. Due to special circumstances, Kelvin was staying in Onistead for recovery.

Corey arrived in Onistead just in time to hear a woman say that Kelvin had gone to Jostrana, so he reluctantly followed. Only Kelvin could save the Foley family.

As Kelvin seemed to ignore him, Corey decided to temporarily stay in the hotel, planning to meet Cheyenne tomorrow. Perhaps only she could persuade Kelvin to change his mind.

Carrying his suitcase, Corey walked to the counter and quickly completed the check-in procedure with his passport. Meanwhile, Kelvin stood in the elevator, his cold gaze fixed on the reflection of a black figure in the elevator's metallic shell, his silver mask appearing particularly striking.

He had never spoken so subserviently to himself before, but it was all for the sake of the Foley family.

The elevator arrived, and the buttons flashed red. Kelvin quickly suppressed his negative emotions. As he stepped out of the elevator, three Jostrana maintenance workers in uniforms approached him with smiles, entering the elevator.

In that moment of passing each other, Kelvin caught a familiar medicinal scent, a strong and pungent aroma he had smelled somewhere before. Subconsciously, he eavesdropped on their conversation. "Room 302 is clogged again today. We've been clearing the sewage for a while now. It seems like the pipes need to be replaced."

"Weren't we just directly dumping everything into the Pacific before?"

"Hahaha, well, don't say directly. Let's just say it was already treated water."

"Hahaha..."

Kelvin pursed his lips into a straight line, subconsciously furrowing his brows. He really disliked this place. It was time to return to Chulae.

Back in Chulae, he could take care of Cheyenne properly. Click. The hotel door pushed open, and the next moment, Kelvin's wet figure appeared in the room. Subconsciously, he began searching for Cheyenne.

But all he saw was an empty room. Huh? Where did she go?

Kelvin circled the living room and bedroom, not finding any trace of Cheyenne. Worry started to creep into his heart. Where could Cheyenne have gone?

Could she have gone next door to see Yvonne? But today, Yvonne was invited to attend a cooperation agreement signing ceremony for an international new energy and environmental protection association. She wouldn't be back until later in the evening.

Kelvin took out his phone, intending to call Cheyenne. Suddenly, he remembered that she had blocked him shortly after their divorce... He didn't even have the number or Line account of the mother of his future child. This was unacceptable. He must add her back later.

Just as he had this thought, a clear and sweet voice came from behind him. It calmly asked, "Hmm? When did yo

come back?"

Kelvin turned around and saw that she had just come out of the bathroom. The white towel wrapped just below her delicate collarbones, revealing a glimpse of fair skin and a pair of slender and beautiful legs that extended from the towel, reaching her knees.

Having soaked in hot water for a long time, her normally serene and exquisite face now bore an unusual flush. Her almond-shaped eyes glistened and looked at him with moisture, and her red lips were like coral.

Kelvin's gaze rudely swept up and down her body, finally resting on her delicate face, his eyes burning like flames, as if they could consume each other.

Taking big strides, he instinctively opened his arms, wanting to embrace her.

Suddenly, he remembered that he was still damp from the shower, and worried that she might catch a cold. Just as Kelvin's hand was about to reach her, it abruptly changed course. Suppressing the emotions bubbling within him.

"Why didn't you blow-dry your hair before coming out? Be careful not to catch a chill."

There was no heating here, and she had come out right after taking a shower, so it would be cold.

Kelvin's gaze fell upon the black jacket on the sofa, and he walked over to pick it up, draping it over her shoulders.

He commanded in a low voice, "Go to the bedroom and wait, I'll get you a blow dryer."

There was no blow dryer in the bathroom; they were energy-saving here, so there was only one shared blow dryer on each floor.

It was mounted on the corridor wall, and you only needed to swipe your room card to use it once.

But it cost about a dollar each time.

"Okay."

Cheyenne pursed her red lips,

seeming somewhat displeased that he was scolding her like a daughter. But she quickly brushed off the feeling, realizing that he wasjust showing concern.

Mainly, she was too lazy to argue with him. It was too tiring.

Watching him leave, every footstep he took on the wooden floor was wet. Only then did Cheyenne notice that his clothes were still dripping water. Her eyebrows furrowed instantly.

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When Kelvin went to get the blow dryer, he encountered a little trouble. A middle-aged woman was monopolizing the blow dryer, not allowing anyone else to use it, even though she couldn't swipe her card, causing others to wait in line.

She stubbornly retorted without caring about the complaints from those behind her, "I was here first, you all can just wait in line."

"But if you don't have any money on your card, how can you use it? Why don't you go downstairs to recharge before coming up to use it?" "None of your business! If I go downstairs, you all will take my spot!"

Kelvin had initially planned to wait in line as well, but upon hearing the woman's selfish words, he lost his patience. Cheyenne was still waiting.

He walked straight up and confidently swiped his card, taking the blow dryer with his advantage in height.

"Hey, did you lose your eyes or something? Didn't you see that I was here first?"

"Say that again?"

Kelvin turned his head and looked back, his gaze as sharp as ice blades, filled with a coldness.

Terrified, the old woman turned pale, shrinking, no longer daring to speak.

When Kelvin returned to the room with the blow dryer, Cheyenne had neatly folded his clean clothes and

placed them on the bed. She was

sitting at the dressing table,

removing the towel that wrapped

around her hair.

Ever since she became pregnant, she had stopped wearing makeup, but skincare was still necessary every day.

This was also why some people would look haggard, with rough and sallow skin, while Cheyenne had a radiant complexion.

Seeing his figure reflected in the mirror, she didn't even glance up as she spoke, "Your clothes are there, go take a shower. Otherwise, if you catch a cold, you might infect me."

Though her tone was stern, Kelvin's heart warmed at the sight of the neatly folded clothes.

Behind the mask, his lips curved, revealing a joyful smile.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Cheyenne clearly cared about him, despite her tough exterior and soft heart.