She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Passing by as Strangers

Jerome paid no attention to the short-haired woman's screaming and instead kept his burning gaze fixed on Cheyenne's face.

Her fair face flushed with anger, adding two cherry-red blushes to her cheeks that made her look even more delicious.

Then, the beautiful woman smiled sweetly and reached into her bag to pull out a stack of bills, which she stuffed into Jerome's hand.

Her slender fingers caressed his shoulder slowly and seductively as she spoke in a low voice. "How about I pay you $100, 000 for one night? Your looks are much better than those gigolos I've seen before."

Jerome was annoyed by the comparison and furrowed his eyebrows. "They can't compare to me!"

"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I can cum seven times a night. Want to try it? It won't cost you anything." Suddenly he grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it as Cheyenne looked on in shock.

"Smack!" The loud slap made everyone break out in cold sweat, especially the short-haired woman who stared at Cheyenne with wide eyes. "You... you dare!"

Jerome's face bore clear finger marks. This was the first time that he had ever been beaten.

Lifting her head, the man pressed his lips together and couldn't help but chuckle, "Baby, your palms are so soft. Slapping me on the face feels strangely sweet."

Damn, could this guy be into BDSM?

Cheyenne gazed at him like he was a pervert. "You're nuts. No more talking."

"Hmm?" Jerome watched as Cheyenne ran back to her car and drove away.

He smiled. "Tom, write down that license plate number and find out who that woman is."

"Mr. Witt, are you looking for revenge?" Tom asked cautiously, already imagining the woman's misery.

"What do you think? Don't hurt her," Jerome replied firmly.

For the first time in his life, a woman had dared to slap him across the face. Jerome found himself quite drawn to her fiery spirit. Of course, he might just end up dumping her after he got what he wanted.

'You'll pay for this,' he thought angrily.

Because of that disgusting man, Cheyenne had forgotten to buy a cake for her grandfather. It wasn't until she was almost at his house an hour later that she remembered.

She caught sight of a middle-aged woman selling cotton candy on the side of the road and suddenly had an idea. "Ma'ma, can I have two cotton candies?"

"Sure thing."

Cheyenne parked her car under a tree and squatted next to the woman as she watched sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal container while the woman deftly spun it around with a bamboo stick.

Soon, the cotton candy grew bigger and bigger until it became a big white ball, which was then handed to Cheyenne.

Her eyes turned red as she remembered her grandfather picking her up from school when she was in elementary school. Whenever she acted cute in front of him, he would buy her a cotton candy.

It had been three years since she last saw her grandfather and forgot what sweetness tasted like.

Kelvin only brought endless bitterness to her life.

"Miss, your order is ready," said the vendor.

"Oh? Okay." Cheyenne took the cotton candy and concealed her emotions. She took out a hundred dollars from her bag and put it in the box where the woman collected money. Then she silently walked away.

Running this roadside stall wasn't easy; they had to wake up early and work late just to earn a few bucks. Plus, city management was strict too - they had to hide here and there just so that they could make some money each day.