She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 735: Sweet Scene

The opulent hotel lobby shimmered with a golden glow, exuding a radiant brilliance from the Swarovski crystal chandeliers.

White marble dining tables were adorned with two sizzling golden-brown steaks, rich crimson date cakes, strawberry-dotted desserts, and French pineapple bread topped with caviar.

Seated at the table, a woman in a sleek black turtleneck sweater dress, her slender figure accentuated, appeared almost unreal. Her protruding belly, a telltale sign of pregnancy, seemed at odds with her elegant demeanor.

With a piece of steak skewered on her fork, she popped it into her mouth, savoring each bite with gusto, alternating with bites of pineapple bread. The sweet and salty flavors mingled on her palate, her contented expression as she closed her eyes to relish the taste.

Finally, she licked the oil stain from her lips with her delicate tongue.

Kelvin watched her every move, his expression dimming as he swallowed nervously.

In the past, her boorish eating habits would have irked him, feeling as though he failed to provide her with a satisfying meal, tarnishing his pride.

But now, his perspective had shifted significantly.

"Take your time, no one's competing with you," Kelvin reassured her, concern evident in his tone as he poured her a glass of water, offering it to her with a tender gaze. Unperturbed, Cheyenne lowered her head slightly, her cherry-red lips touching the rim of the glass as she took a small sip, leaving behind a faint mark of lipstick. Her petite mouth, so alluring, sparked a flurry of vivid memories in Kelvin's mind, making him blush with embarrassment as he forcefully redirected his attention.

He picked up the glass that had touched Cheyenne's lips, the lingering lipstick imprint drawing a sly smile from him as he deliberately drank the water, savoring every drop. Sitting so close to her, how could he have made such a "unintentional" move without her notice? Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

But why did it matter? They had shared kisses, even tasting each other's saliva. What was a sip of water in comparison?

Having finished her pineapple bread, Cheyenne glanced at the half-eaten steak and noodles on her plate, feeling unable to consume more.

"Full already?" Kelvin recalled her hearty appetite, surprised that she felt full after only half a meal.

Nodding regretfully, she glanced at the remaining food and let out a satisfied belch. "Too greasy, couldn't finish it."

In the next instant, a warm hand rested on her belly, his fingers gently caressing her stomach through her clothes.

Feeling the faint heartbeat beneath his palm, he was filled with overwhelming joy and surprise, his masked face softening. "You're not full, don't starve yourself or the baby."

"He suddenly became so gentle, which Cheyenne wasn't used to. With her raised eyebrows, her proud and cold voice rang out. "Are you afraid that I'll go hungry, or are you afraid that your child will go hungry?"

She's... jealous?

Kelvin couldn't help but smile and pinched her cheek, quickly planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "Naturally, I worry about Cheyenne first, and then our child."

He had never thought he would have a child.

He used to think about adopting one, but an adopted child would still be someone else's. The bond wouldn't be the same as with his own flesh and blood.

Moreover, it was his beloved woman who gave birth to the child. Kelvin couldn't help but think, if only he hadn't been so proud, perhaps he and Cheyenne's child would have grown up by now.

He had been blind and mistaken a gem for a mere trinket, missing out on so many years with her.

But there was no rush; in the future, he would make up for all the missed beautiful moments one by one.

Upon hearing his response, Cheyenne finally smiled. After being full, she leaned her head wearily on his shoulder, her beautiful eyes half-closed, and her soft voice sounded cute and sweet. "I'm sleepy."

Kelvin's heart was melting. He reached out and hugged Cheyenne's waist, while quickly finishing the remaining food on her plate.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The sight of the two of them together was so sweet. Eddie, Yvonne, and others sat at another table, all looking at the tall, dark figure holding Cheyenne as they left in elegance.

Eddie felt a bit uncomfortable. On the other hand, Yvonne had a smile on her face. "Cheyenne has never been like this before, and that young man really dotes on her. Now I can be at ease."

She had been worried before;

Cheyenne was so young to become

a single mother. Unmarried pregnancy brings a bad reputation to her, let alone the difficulties of raising a child as a single mother. Thankfully, the child's father had

appeared, and the two had

reconciled. She really hoped that this

young couple would always be

loving and grow old together.

In the evening, the temperature suddenly dropped. Although it was a five-star hotel, there was no air conditioning or heating. The room only had a square-shaped heating table covered with a quilt.

One just had to stretch their hands and feet under the quilt to keep warm. Cheyenne, dressed in a white bathrobe, sat at the heating table, writing at her desk.

Under the bright light, the A4 paper

was covered with winding lines intersecting each other. After drawing halfway, the beauty became irritated and crumpled the drawing she had painstakingly created into a ball and threw it aside.

Crack.

The bathroom door opened.

A man with a hint of moisture walked toward her. Kelvin still wore that silver mask, and his half-open collar revealed a sexy, bronzed chest with a glistening sheen of water on his honey-colored skin.

He silently walked up behind Cheyenne, and due to the difference in height, he easily saw the drawing.

He raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he reached out and snatched her pen, then earnestly began to draw on the map. With Kelvin's addition, the point that Cheyenne couldn't figure out just now suddenly became clear. Immediately after, Kelvin's magnetic voice sounded in her ear as he said, "When I was a kid, my grandfather told me a story about a guardian of treasures. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yes!"