She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 583: The Child Isn't Benson's

The winter sunshine was bright, and outside the window, pure white snowflakes floated down from the azure sky.

Through the glass window, Cheyenne opened her bright, dark eyes, watching the snowflakes falling before her. She blinked without averting her gaze, observing them intently, and her hand instinctively reached out to catch them.

Without a doubt, her fingertips touched the chill of ice.

It was then that Cheyenne snapped back to reality, and a faint smile curled up on her rosy lips, mocking herself for being a little crazy.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped her shoulder.

She lowered her head and saw a pale blue plaid scarf draped over her shoulder.

Following that distinctively large hand, her gaze met a pair of warm and captivating light brown eyes, reflecting a hint of snow, resembling the clear and cold moonlight on a late autumn night.

"Benson."

"Yeah, how can you just wear a sweater in such cold weather? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Cheyenne adjusted the scarf on her shoulder with her hand and lightly smiled at him, her lips pursed. "It's okay, I'm not cold. By the way, Benson, are your eyes... really healed by me?" Why did she find it so incredible?

Her memory after she was eighteen was lost, but she vaguely remembered that he should have been blind.

She didn't know what was happening to herself. Her mind felt hazy, and countless fragments of memories intertwined chaotically.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Among these chaotic memories, Cheyenne felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, as if she had forgotten something very important.

But every time she tried to concentrate, a voice deep within her soul would tirelessly tell her, "Forget it, everything starts anew and it's just fine."

The return of light brought a slight cheerfulness to Benson compared to before. He gently touched his own eyes and parted his lips. "Cheyenne, you've slept for too long, so you've forgotten." "Is that so?" Cheyenne still had some self-doubt. She felt like she had slept for a century, a seemingly endless slumber.

After waking up, she found herself in Onistead.

Benson told her that she accompanied him to Onistead for an exam and, she had also registered for the national medical exchange conference.

Not only that, but on the way there, she had already mastered the Thirteen Needles technique and had spared no expense to obtain the Rejuvenated Herb, using it to heal Benson's eyes. He explained all of this seamlessly.

However, there was one thing that Cheyenne couldn't understand no matter how hard she tried. She looked down at her slightly protruding belly.

When she placed her hand on it, she felt the faint heartbeat of a child through her abdomen... for a moment, the two hearts were intimately connected. Inside her belly was a vibrant little life.

Amidst her shock, Cheyenne felt a tinge of sadness. She had an intuitive feeling that this inexplicable emotion was related to the child in her belly. "What about the child in my belly? Why do I have a child? Who is his father?"

At that moment when she lowered her head with tenderness, a silver glow enveloped her entire being. This side of Cheyenne was something Benson had never seen before. His gaze fell upon her belly, and his deep-set eyes narrowed, a fleeting hint of darkness passing through them.

But it vanished in an instant.

This child was destined to be born without a father, so why should they bother keeping it?

However, when Benson met Cheyenne's clear and radiant eyes, he hesitated. He parted his lips and uttered a resolute conclusion. "Cheyenne, this child is... ours."

Benson had figured it out. The child would be related to Cheyenne... and for that reason, he could be the child's father.

Moreover, Adrian had mentioned that she had been poisoned before and had undergone another miscarriage.

If they forcefully terminated the

pregnancy again, it could cause significant harm to her body. After careful consideration, the decision to terminate the pregnancy had been postponed until now.

Cheyenne smiled without saying a word.

She turned her head and quietly looked at the snowy scene outside the window. This child was not Benson's.

When he looked at the child, there was no trace of joy in his eyes, only pain and hesitation... If he were truly the child's father, why would he display such emotions? On the other hand, Cheyenne was certain of her own heart.

Her feelings for Benson were that of a sister's affection for her brother, far from romantic love.

Cheyenne firmly believed that she was not someone who would engage in casual sex.

Before she was certain of her own feelings, she would never give herself to someone else.

But who was the father of this child?

Why did she feel a sharp pain in her heart every time she thought about it?

Afraid that Cheyenne would overthink things, Benson embraced her shoulders from behind and guided her back indoors.

"Alright, Cheyenne, stop thinking about it. We still need to go to the hospital for a prenatal check-up, right?"

"Mmm."

The hospital was bustling with activity.

Especially in the obstetrics and gynecology department, it was unusually crowded. Couples filled the seats in the corridors, anxiously waiting for the nurses to call their names. The scent of disinfectant mixed with perfumes and the smell of cigarettes from the men, making the air stuffy and uncomfortable.

Seeing that Cheyenne's complexion wasn't good, Benson gently touched her long hair and softly instructed, "Cheyenne, wait for me here."

"Mmm."

Then, Benson was seen walking towards the middle-aged man who was still puffing away on his cigarette.

He stood firm.

Swiftly, he snatched the cigarette from the man's mouth, crushed it, and casually tossed it into the nearby trash can, leaving everyone around stunned.

The middle-aged man wore a look of confusion, followed by a burst of furious shouting at Benson, his voice roaring, "You brat, what do you think you're doing?" With a touch of frost in Benson's eyes, he elegantly took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers, as if in a leisurely manner.

"This is the obstetrics and

gynecology department. Most of the

people in the corridor are pregnant

women, carrying their unborn children. Do you really think it's conscionable to create secondhand smoke here?"

As his words fell, the middle-aged man's face turned from pale to red.

Finally, like a mouse with its throat squeezed, he got up and left dejectedly.

Applause erupted around them, and the pregnant women looked at Benson with admiring eyes, whispering to each other.

"That guy is so handsome!"

"He looks rich too. Is the girl next to him his girlfriend? She's so lucky!"

"Look at how stunning she is, like a fairy. Perfect couple!"

"Did he stand up for his girlfriend? Wow, he's so cool! It's true that such exceptional men belong to someone else."

Meanwhile, Cheyenne stood calmly in her place, wearing a faint smile, radiating an astonishing charm.