Became A Queen After divorce

Kelvin had no interest in reading anymore. He turned off the lights in his study and went back to his bedroom.

It had been a long time since he had been back to the old mansion, and his room had changed drastically! If it weren’t for the unchanged furnishings inside, he would have thought he walked into the wrong room.

The sight before him was pink curtains hanging over white carpeting with an elegant white European-style dressing table next to the wardrobe.

“These are all Cheyenne’s things!” he remembered suddenly.

Because of his busy work schedule, he rarely came to the old mansion to keep his grandfather company. But Cheyenne was different. She was a jobless wanderer who practically lived here, so Grandfather let her stay in his room.

Last time, he was in the middle of an important meeting when he received a call from Cheyenne. She asked him with a smile if she could add some furniture to his room.

He shouted at her “Are you crazy?” and hung up the phone.

Little did he know that her idea of “adding some furniture” meant completely changing the style and decor of his entire room!

He hated pink! And white carpets were even worse!

But these were all things that Cheyenne liked. Why should he have to follow this woman’s taste?

Kelvin instinctively wanted to call for a servant to change everything back, but then realized it was already eleven o’clock at night. He decided it could wait until another day.

With a cold handsome face, Kelvin lay down on this two-meter-wide double bed fully clothed and alone.

Just as he closed his eyes, Kelvin suddenly felt like something was missing in his arms, leaving him feeling empty.

That night, Kelvin couldn’t sleep. So he turned on the lamp next to his bed and opened his iPad to edit the project proposal sent by his subordinate. Poor Chris had received a message from the CEO in the middle of the night asking him to organize information about their business partners and send it before dawn.

The next day, the room became brighter as sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto pink curtains. A warm and peaceful atmosphere filled the air with the light shed onto the ground through curtains.

Despite staying up all night, Kelvin looked refreshed.

While washing up, he heard a short knock on his door.

“Kelvin, are you awake?” It was Abbie’s voice.

He furrowed his brow slightly before placing down his electric toothbrush on top of a sink. After wiping off water droplets from his face with towel, he slipped into slippers and walked towards the door to open it.

Abbie stood there wearing only an apricot silk camisole dress that exposed her fair round shoulders while her long hair cascaded down behind her head. This dress is Cheyenne’s! Because the latter’s bust is much fuller than Abbie’s, so this night dress looked empty on Abbie.

Kelvin’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, and there was a hint of coldness in his voice that he himself had not noticed.

“Why are you wearing her clothes?”

Abbie was a little shy, so there was a hint of blush on her pale face.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She hesitantly replied, “I… I took a shower last night and didn’t bring any clean pajamas. The servant brought me this one.”

He didn’t know what he was getting agitated about, but Abbie didn’t mean to do it either, so he couldn’t blame her.

He softly said, “Change it back. It doesn’t fit you!”

With that said, the man turned around and entered the room, closing the door behind him.

Only Abbie was left standing at the door, with his cruel remark echoing in her mind: It doesn’t fit you!

She had shamelessly changed into this seductive night dress to knock on his door, only to be met with Kelvin’s brief yet cruel response.

Abbie stood at the door, biting her red lip tightly.

‘Kelvin didn’t even look at me just now. How does he conclude I’m not as good as Cheyenne?’

Just then, Corey emerged from his bedroom. When he saw Abbie standing at the doorway, he thought it was Cheyenne who had returned.

“Cheyenne, when did you come back?” He exclaimed happily.

But when he saw Abbie’s face clearly, embarrassment washed over him. He had mistaken her for someone else. Glancing at her attire, Kelvin scowled. As an elder, he couldn’t say anything and quickly turned to go downstairs.

Abbie was so angry about Corey’s reaction. Though he said nothing just now, but she noticed surprise and a hint of disdain in his eyes as he glanced at her.

The disdain that his eyes betrayed must be his real emotion.

Corey must think she was a dissolute woman, but Abbie dared not chase after him to explain herself. She could only stand there with silent tears streaming down her face.

After returning to her own room, she changed out of this night dress.

She vented her frustration by savagely cutting it to pieces with scissors.

When the maid came to clean up the room, she was horrified to see the pieces of dress on the floor.

“What are you here for? Get out!” she scolded softly.

“I’m sorry, Miss Berry. I didn’t know it was you. I’ll leave right away.”

The maid even forgot to give Abbie the breakfast in her hands, quickly exited the bedroom and closed the door.

When she was far away from Abbie’s room, she still had lingering fear in her heart.

Miss Berry’s eyes just now were too terrifying, as if she wanted to eat people with her fierce and ferocious look.

Her gentle and frail appearance was completely at odds with her personality.

The Lawrence Villa.

After returning from the auction, Malaya faced a financial crisis.

She had previously secretly taken several items from Cheyenne’s dowry and sold them at low prices because she was in a hurry to sell them.

So many years had passed, and now if she wanted to redeem them, undoubtedly she would have to pay several times the price!

All the private savings she had managed to accumulate over the years with George were completely wiped out this time.

When Cheyenne returned to the villa, she saw the mother and daughter sitting on the couch with worried expressions. She couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“Cheyenne, you’re back,” Malaya greeted her warmly and kindly as she stood up to welcome her.

Cheyenne had just come back from outside wearing a bright red vintage dress that hugged her curves perfectly. With seven-centimeter high heels on, she walked elegantly and gracefully.

“Malaya, just dispense with the formalities and get right down to business. Your sudden change in attitude scares me.” Cheyenne’s words really embarrassed Malaya. If it were any other day, Malaya would have cursed at Cheyenne. But today she was patient and tried to please Cheyenne, which aroused the latter’s suspicion.

“Cheyenne Lawrence, why are you talking like that? My mom is your elder; don’t you know what respect means?” Nora stood up from the couch and scolded Cheyenne angrily with furrowed brows.

“If you want to talk about respect, take a look at yourself. I’m your older sister. Did you ever show me respect?”