She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 213: I Am Cheyenne, Not Abbie.

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She is like a poppy drenched in poison, her stunning appearance was enough to make one addicted.

Just a kiss and Kelvin couldn't resist anymore. He wanted to love her fiercely like he used to.

He wanted to tear through her icy, arrogant facade, and transform her back into the demure, yielding woman beneath him, allowing him to toy with her and take what he desired.

However, he ultimately underestimated her ruthlessness. Although she was clearly turned on, she tried to sober up by pinching her thigh.

Tears welled up unexpectedly in her eyes, only to be gently licked away by Kelvin the next moment. He eagerly sought her slightly swollen lips, and this time, his actions were gentler.

"Kelvin, wake up! I'm not Abbie, I'm Cheyenne - your least favorite person!"

She could see the flames of desire in his eyes, but the thought that he might be mistaking her for another woman made her heart ache even more than if he didn't love her.

Proud like Cheyenne, disdainful of being someone else's substitute.

Even now, she wished she could be in an ice-cold cellar, her thigh bearing the marks of her fierce grip, which was the only way she escaped his deep kiss...

Their eyes meet each other.

He saw disdain and stubbornness in her eyes, and Kelvin's heart felt heavy. He whispered softly in her ear with a low voice. "You're not a stand-in, I... know you're Cheyenne."

Without another word, he lowered his head and bit onto the thin strap on her shoulder, pulling it gently downward. There was a hint of resignation in his gaze.

At least in this moment, he truly wanted her.

She also needed him, didn't she?

Cheyenne couldn't believe that what she heard was true; her experience told her that this man had no heart at all.

Telling lies comes as easily as breathing to him. If you believe him, you'll probably end up being eaten alive and left with nothing.

"Don't... don't touch me, Kelvin. We are done."

She gave him a hard push, and his body fell back unexpectedly and hit the bedside table beside him.

A crisp and clear sound.

Lying motionless on the ground.

Cheyenne wondered if he died.

Though she hated him, she couldn't stand seeing someone die in front of her. She began to regret if she was too harsh just now.

Her body felt weak after taking medicine, so theoretically, she didn't use much force just now.

But Kelvin lying motionless on the ground made her a little scared. She crawled on her knees and hands to his side, pushing his shoulders.

Her voice trembled as she called his name, "Kelvin, don't be a jerk. I'm broke; I can't afford your shenanigans."

The man kept his eyes tightly shut, pain escaping through faint moans, and he weakly said, "Don't touch me."

"Where did you get hurt?"

Saying that, her delicate, pale hand reached towards his collar, and her icy fingers had just touched his chest when he pushed her down beneath him.

Kelvin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fiery red, looking at her with a sinister intensity. "I told you not to touch me. Do you know the consequences?"

Cheyenne swallowed hard. She had seen him angry before, but she had never witnessed this level of bloodthirsty fury.

She pouted, her cheeks flushed. Her warm hand defiantly pressed against his face as she lifted her chin proudly. "So what if I touched you? Are you toxic or something? Ah..."

She was only worried that he had tricked her again. In a whirlwind, the man's large, heavy body firmly pinned her down. Before she could react, she heard a crisp "snap."

Her poor nightgown was discarded like a rag.

At this moment, Cheyenne, once the queen bee of Akloit High School, finally felt the full weight of danger. It was as if she had returned to that night of their first intimate encounter, everything felt hazy and dimly lit. She vividly remembered the searing pain, something that had haunted her to this day.

He showed no mercy, like a storm suddenly brewing on the sea, creating towering waves that left her disoriented and blank.

Faintly, she heard the man grit his teeth and say, "You brought this upon yourself."

"No... Don't... Ugh..."

Her breath was stolen away, and when the man's weight pressed down on her, her struggles felt feeble and helpless.

She tried to strangle him, wanting to end it all, but when her hot, sweaty hands touched his thick, muscular neck, Cheyenne couldn't summon the strength.

Damn it.

She was powerless!

Kelvin now realized that something was wrong. He remembered his grandfather's meaningful smile. It was a setup!

"Get off me! If you dare touch me, I'll hate you," Cheyenne stubbornly bit his arm, and a tear fell into his heart.

The calm lake rippled from her tears. Kelvin held her wrists tightly. At that moment of inner conflict, he heard commotion from outside.

"Cheyenne, where are you? I'm here to pick you up."

That familiar voice.

It was Omari.

He had arrived!

Cheyenne's eyes brightened, and she joyfully looked at the closed door, reaching her hand toward it. But a large hand firmly grasped her waist, and Kelvin stared at her with a fierce, cold gaze.

Did she care so much about the man outside the door? She would rather endure her desire than be with him.

A vengeful thought sprouted in him, and Kelvin angrily kissed her, and everything seemed to reset.

"... Kelvin, let go of me. I don't love you anymore. Get lost!"

"Then who do you love? Omari?"

God, he had to summon all his strength to say that, and he was terrified. He was terrified that Cheyenne would say it.

So, before she could answer, he took away her right to speak.

Outside the door, Omari was about to push it open but was stopped by old Mr. Foley. He looked at the young man in front of him, as formidable as his own grandson.

"You're Omari?"

"Old Mr. Foley, I'm here to find Cheyenne. Where is she? She asked me to pick her up. Let me in."

Old Mr. Foley's face turned cold, and he blocked the door. "Cheyenne and Kelvin are bonding. She doesn't want to see you now."

"It's impossible, Cheyenne doesn't like that guy at all..."

Before he could finish, a flirtatious sound came from inside the room, piercing Omari's heart like a sharp knife. He stood there, frozen, staring at the tightly closed door.

He looked at that door in disbelief, and the intermittent sounds continued to echo in his ears.

"Kelvin, you jerk... Be gentle, ah..."

"Endure for a bit."

As an adult, he knew exactly what was happening inside. Three years ago, Cheyenne had only had eyes for Kelvin, so he chose to let go and silently waited.

Finally, when Cheyenne divorced the man and he thought his chance had come, he realized he still couldn't compare to Kelvin.