She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 42: Say It Again, Cheyenne

Chapter 42: Say It Again, Cheyenne

Cody had left.

Chris escorted him out and then returned to the CEO's office. "Mr. Foley, I went back to look for you earlier but couldn't find you," he said.

The tall and lean man with his back turned to Chris was slowly untying his tie as he answered the question. "I ran into an old man who got lost on my way here. I sent him home before coming to the company."

"It's all my fault for taking your phone away..."

Chris thought it would be more convenient if Mr. Foley carried a phone with him at all times in the future.

"What about your clothes?" Chris asked.

Speaking of which, Kelvin's aura noticeably grew colder and a faint chill filled the office. This scorching summer didn't require air conditioning when Kelvin was around.

"You can go now; I need to freshen up," Kelvin said.

In one of the partitions in his office was a small bedroom that could fit a double bed and wardrobe, perfect for working late or taking afternoon naps.

Inside, there was a bathroom and a toilet, and many of his clothes were neatly arranged in black. But when he opened the closet, he saw a set of white suits.

The stark white stood out among all the black, causing him to feel a sudden pang of nostalgia for its origin.

Three years ago.

That bright and gentle smile appeared before his eyes again as the girl carrying an exquisite and luxurious handbag appeared in front of him.

She handed something over to him. "Kelvin, this is for you."

"Take it away. I'm busy," he said with just one glance at it on his desk. It was too distracting from his work and took up space where important documents should be placed.

The girl pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction as she leaned forward with both hands on the desk. The scent of roses emanating from her body left a deep impression on him.

"You haven't even looked at it yet! Just take one look!" she pleaded with him.

The day after tomorrow would be their wedding day but Kelvin had been too busy with work to go see about getting himself fitted for his tuxedo. Cheyenne knew how preoccupied he was, so she personally went shopping with her friend Kate to pick out something suitable after much deliberation.

Kelvin finally relented after being pestered incessantly by Cheyenne and took one quick glance at what they had picked out for him.

Inside was a set of white suit. His thick eyebrows immediately furrowed, and he answered in a cold voice with no emotion on his face, "It doesn't suit me; you can take it away."

"No way, you'll look very handsome in white. I've imagined countless times what you would look like wearing it," she said with a sly smile.

The man's brow furrowed even more tightly and he felt annoyed.

Did she really want to marry him so badly and become his wife? She had no shame.

"You know very well that I only wear black," he said firmly.

Cheyenne always found ways to irritate him. She retorted with her sharp tongue, "That's because black makes you look old. That's why I picked white for you!"

"You're eight years older than me but look like a thirty-year-old uncle!" she added insult to injury.

Kelvin glared at her fiercely. Was he really that old?

Although he never looked in the mirror much before, he always thought that his appearance was not bad at all; there were plenty of women who actively sought him out.

But none of them dared to speak to him like this before.

"Cheyenne, say it again? Who is old?"

Cheyenne was not afraid of him getting angry at all. She wrapped her fair arms around his neck and smiled as she pressed her red lips against his."

"You're not old at all, but very strong in bed!"

"Shut up, do you have no shame? You're only 18 years old but fill your mind with adult content!"

But Cheyenne was not angry at all, and she blew a warm breath in his ear.

The laughter sounded like that of a little fox, "Why do I need to have shame? I only want you, Kelvin, my husband, I want you."

She drew circles on his chest, causing a tingling sensation.

Kelvin's original plan was to finish the company's strategy for the second half of the year this afternoon.

Interrupted by her, he picked her up and threw her rudely onto the big bed.

It was an autumn day, the sunlight outside the window was very bright, refracted through the blue glass of the skyscraper and came in.

Sprinkled on the sweaty body, it was dazzlingly white.

Kelvin seemed to be proving that he was not "old" by taking Cheyenne for a long time until her legs went weak and she whimpered for him to hold her.

He didn't know how he was enchanted by her. On the day of their wedding, he wore his least favorite color, white. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The crimson face in his memory suddenly changed and turned into the indifferent woman he just saw.

She wore a cold and sarcastic smile on her face, calling him "Mr. Foley" as if she had become a different person.

Cheyenne...

Meanwhile, at FS Club, a beautiful woman suddenly sneezed twice, making her nose turn slightly red and giving her a cute appearance.

Seeing this, the gentleman took off his blue suit jacket and draped it over her fragrant shoulders. "Is it too cold? I'll ask the owner to turn up the air conditioning."

Cheyenne shook her head. "No, it's okay. Maybe I'm just not used to the temperature difference coming in from outside." She rubbed her nose and looked at Omari intently.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a familiar pattern on it upon closer inspection.

"This shirt..."

"You don't remember your school uniform?" Omari smiled gently and pulled out a bag from behind him before handing it to Cheyenne.

"As an outstanding graduate speaker invited back to our alma mater today for its 30th anniversary celebration, I saw someone selling these shirts on my way here, so I bought two of them."

Omari had a little trick up his sleeve - the school uniform he was wearing was actually a couple's outfit.

He deliberately removed the tag so that Cheyenne wouldn't know.

Cheyenne didn't think much of it and patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks. By the way, I'm really envious of you guys who have good grades. It must feel great to be on stage giving speeches."

"It is pretty nice. When I stood up there, I thought of you from many years ago," he said with a teasing smile on his face.

Cheyenne blushed slightly and snorted, "That was gym class! Don't you understand the importance of physical fitness?"

"You're amazing for doing a frogleap two laps around the track," Omari complimented her.

"Okay, enough about that," she said dismissively.

It was definitely a dirt in her illustrious history.

When she was in junior high school and had to do frog leaps around the track because she came in last place, Omari received an award for being first place in his grade.

Omari even looked over at her curiously during his speech.

He reminded her when he noticed something, "Hey, girl, your comic fell out of your pocket!"

And then everyone knew about Cheyenne, 14 years old and caught reading an adult comic book.