She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 710: Peach Blossom

In this generation, he and Charlotte were the only ones who could survive for five days in the shrine.

Benson's original name was Darren Miller, he never wanted others to call him than.

The blood of the Miller family in his body was, in fact, a kind of restraint for him.

Only in Cheyenne's eyes was he always a complete person.

He was just Benson, not the killer Shane, nor the young master Darren of the Miller family.

Although Kelvin didn't like him, being abroad, he could only nod.

Because he didn't understand advanced sorcery.

But he believed that Benson's feelings for Cheyenne were genuine, he wouldn't harm her.

"Take good care of Cheyenne, I have some things to attend to, so I'll leave first."

As he left, Benson took a final glance at the sleeping Cheyenne, his lips curling into a faint smile, before turning and leaving.

The room now only had Kelvin and Cheyenne, quiet as if the world was just born anew.

He had planned to stay until she woke up.

Suddenly receiving a text from Chris, Kelvin's expression turned grave and hesitant after reading it.

After a few moments of contemplation, he decided to leave.

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I have to step out for a moment, you just wait for me to come back."

As he gently instructed, he bent down and planted a light kiss on Cheyenne's cheek.

Tucking in the blankets, as he was about to take a step out, he abruptly turned back.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Staring directly at the fair hand that held onto his sleeve.

"Cheyenne..."

His hoarse voice carried a hint of disbelief, almost instinctively, a reddish glint appeared in his deep-set, dark eyes.

His gaze firmly locked onto the slender wrist, the back of the hand revealing faint blue veins, exceptionally beautiful. Lifting his gaze, she still hadn't woken up.

Her long and dense eyelashes, like tiny fans, cast an elegant curve beneath the dark eyes, complementing her delicate brows and eyes.

Kelvin couldn't help but feel a moment of disappointment, retracting his hopeful gaze, he thought...

His large, sturdy hand grasped Cheyenne's small hand, thinking he could easily pull it away.

But it unexpectedly took some effort!

Because Cheyenne held on him very tight, despite her undeniably deep sleep.

Underneath the mask, a hint of helplessness and indulgent faint smile emerged on the man's face.

"Cheyenne, are you reluctant to let me go? But there's something urgent I need to deal with. I'll be back soon, you just rest assured." "Be good, rest well, wake up early."

He desperately missed her!

Not sure if his words had an effect, she did obediently retract her hand, hugging the blanket, quietly falling asleep.

Kelvin stared at her completely adorable sleeping posture, unexpectedly melting inexplicably at heart.

He thought, it would be great if the baby in Cheyenne's belly was a little girl.

It would be even better if she looked like her and was as well-behaved and obedient. He would definitely cherish her and their baby girl.

The phone in his pocket rang again, reminding him that time could no longer be delayed.

Kelvin sighed deeply, lifting his long and strong legs, resolutely heading towards the door.

Little did he know, as he stepped through the door, a faint murmur escaped from the bedside just as the door creaked shut, buried within the sound of it closing, unnoticed by anyone.

At a corner table of the roadside tavern sat a peculiar guest. His face concealed behind a silver mask. The man's towering figure seemed to diminish the space as he strode in.

His intent was clear as he bypassed the main hall and headed directly for the dark-clothed man standing by the curved counter.

The latter stood with one foot on the ground and the other on a barstool's crossbar, leaning forward, savoring a bottle of liquor with an air of contentment.

By his side sat a striking young woman, her allure as icy as her gaze. She appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, clad in a form-fitting black leather skirt paired with a white, long fur coat.

Her long hair was woven into

colorful braids, cascading over her

chest. The heavy makeup

accentuated her features, vivid and resplendent. She casually sat next to Chris, one hand gently linked with his arm, the other nonchalantly reaching below her skirt. A hint of the black gun holster peeked out.

The woman was chatting and laughing with Chris as if they were a couple deeply in love. Suddenly, she leaned in and quickly planted a kiss on Chris' cheek, while her hand reached for her thigh and pulled out a seductive handgun.

Unaware of the femme fatale before him, Chris was foolishly indulging in what he believed to be true love. The fortune teller had told him that his soulmate resides in the East Wasn't Jostrana to the east of Chulae?

The woman's unexpected kiss was not rejected by him.

As Chris closed his eyes, the barrel of the gun quietly rose to the back of his head. At any moment, the woman could end his life with a pull of the trigger.

In the critical moment, a swooshing sound came from behind, and the air seemed to tear with a sharp whine. The bullet was intercepted before it could leave the chamber by another large hand.

Kelvin tightened his grip on the woman's wrist, leaving a crimson mark on her fair skin. Startled, the gun slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground.

The not-so-subtle noise finally caught Chris' attention. He instinctively looked down and was met with a chilling sensation in the pit of his stomach. Bitterness, frustration, disbelief.

A myriad of emotions all condensed into one question, "Why?"

He genuinely wanted to be in a relationship with her, finally finding a woman who he had a crush on, but she wanted to end his life!