She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 699: Charlotte Miller

Kelvin couldn't bear to see Cheyenne right in front of him, yet he could only interact with her as a stranger. They used to have the closest relationship in the world. He should be able to embrace her freely, kiss her red lips, and boldly declare to those who coveted her, "This is my woman."

But he couldn't do it.

He had considered distancing himself from her, just to see her happy from afar. Because he felt unworthy of the beautiful Cheyenne, she deserved a better man than him.

However, the more he tried to persuade himself to forget, the clearer her image became in his heart. He simply couldn't stop his mind from thinking about her, and he had an instinctual desire to be closer to her, to possess her beauty.

Especially when he saw Master Elias looking at Cheyenne with a possessive gaze, his inner anger was like molten lava, ready to erupt. If it weren't for the fact that they were at the Miller residence, he would have exploded long ago.

During the dancing segment just now, when Cheyenne accidentally stepped on Master Elias's foot and smiled sweetly at him, Kelvin's entire soul felt as if it had been stabbed with a sharp knife. He couldn't bear to see that radiant smile, which belonged to him, being seen by anyone else.

As for Cheyenne, the unexpected change of dance partner brought a sense of relief. She was increasingly annoyed by Master Elias's intentions. When she lifted her head and met his eyes, he looked like a hunter lurking in the dark night, and she was the innocent prey.

She was not a naive girl that would allow him to take advantage of her without consequences.

Cheyenne gave Kelvin a hard stomp and furrowed her brows, asking coldly, "What do you think you're doing?"

Kelvin, enduring the pain in his heart, softened his voice as she continued to speak in a tone that showed she still didn't remember him.

"I would like to invite you to dance. Is that okay?"

Cheyenne, feeling a bit tired after dancing earlier, refused without hesitation.

"No, I'm tired. I don't want to dance anymore. If you want, you can go find your Charlotte."

Don't think she didn't notice the alluring Charlotte who was fawning over him.

When she mentioned Charlotte, Kelvin's face showed a mocking and impatient expression, but he couldn't help but smile.

He thought happily, "Is Cheyenne jealous?"

Look, even though she has amnesia, she still cares about me. Does it mean she still loves me?

Kelvin was happy for less than three seconds before he saw Cheyenne turning away from him. Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his arms. "Don't go. If we're not dancing, can we at least talk?"

Cheyenne turned her head and glared at him coldly. Her voice was indifferent, "Sir, we're not acquainted. I don't want to talk to strangers."

When Kelvin heard it, his heart clenched. He wanted to tell Cheyenne, "I'm not a stranger. Even if you consider me your enemy, I don't want to be a stranger."

"Cheyenne, I..." he began to say. As she walked away, she almost slipped, but Kelvin quickly grabbed her arm, stabilizing her.

This time, he firmly held her in his arms.

The sight of the two, one tall and one short, one black and one red, harmonious and perfect, was like a match made in heaven.

Charlotte clearly understood what

was happening when she witnessed this scene. She walked over in her wooden clogs and chuckled softly with a sweet voice, "So, Mr. Walker, you prefer Miss Lawrence. I don't look as beautiful as she does, nor do I have so many men vying for my affection. I truly envy Miss Lawrence."

"But Mr. Walker, if you like Miss Lawrence, can you accept the child in her belly?"

Cheyenne couldn't help but roll her eyes. She really wanted to retort, "What does it have to do with you? The child is mine, and it has nothing to do with anyone else, regardless of who the father is."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Upon hearing Cheyenne's response,

Charlotte puckered her red lips in a

pitiful manner. Guilt appeared on her face, and she quickly explained, "Miss Lawrence, that's not what meant I didn't say that it's not good for you to be a second-time bride with a child. In fact, the second-time marriage market is quite good now, and you would be even more popular in Jostrana as a

second-time bride."

The same goes for Chulae.

But even if Cheyenne were a second-time, third-time, or fourth-time bride, so what?

There are plenty of men who like her.

Kelvin had no doubt about this.

To prevent Charlotte from further provoking Cheyenne, he grabbed her hand and publicly declared, "I like Miss Lawrence, and I also like the child in her belly."

Of course, it was his child. How could he not like it?

Cheyenne and Yvonne stared at him with a look of disbelief, as if he was crazy.

They didn't even know each other, yet he was saying such bold words.

Yvonne, even more concerned, cautioned Cheyenne, "Cheyenne, don't let a man's sweet words deceive you. We don't know who he really is."

Kelvin smiled bitterly, and a deep chuckle emanated from beneath his mask. "Miss Lawrence, I was just joking earlier."

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Please refrain from making such jokes; we are strangers."

As she turned to leave, a waiter carrying a tray of wine unexpectedly bumped into Cheyenne, causing the red liquid to spill onto her clothes. The cold dress stuck to her body, making her shiver. "Oh my, Miss Lawrence, are you alright?"

Charlotte approached with feigned

concern, her gaze gleeful as she looked at Cheyenne's stained dress. "Miss Lawrence, your dress is all

dirty. Why don't you come with me and change into another outfit?"

Cheyenne initially wanted to decline, but wearing the damp dress was indeed uncomfortable. So, she had to force a smile and nodded reluctantly. "Thank you, Miss Miller."

They walked towards the vicinity of the hot springs behind the house, and Charlotte's expression suddenly changed.

In a cold tone, she asked, "Miss Lawrence, do you know Mr. Walker?"

Cheyenne replied directly, "I don't know him."

However, Charlotte didn't believe her for a second. She began to express her thoughts.

"I like Mr. Walker, even though I don't know what he looks like."