She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Sam Is Not Interested in Women

Cheyenne felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed the coldness emanating from the man in front of her. It reminded her of all those nights when he had been like a ravenous beast, clawing at her relentlessly.

She withdrew her hand and pouted, "Fine, wear whatever you want. Just don't touch me. You said I made you sick earlier, but now your touch makes me feel sick."

The thought of his dirty hands touching her after sleeping with that other woman made Cheyenne feel disgusted.

A hint of pain flashed across Kelvin's handsome face as he remembered saying those words to Cheyenne before their divorce. Looking back now, he realized how harsh he had been.

The atmosphere was tense and icy.

To break the tension between them, Sam turned to Cheyenne and said, "Miss Lawrence, let's continue playing. That last shot didn't count; you can start over."

Cheyenne nodded and continued playing until she scored another point.

"Okay, it's my turn," Sam said as he picked up his cue stick to play again. But before he could make a move, Kelvin snatched the cue stick from him with a cold expression on his face and declared firmly, "I'm joining in too."

"But... I thought you didn't like these things? You always say they're a waste of time," Sam protested.

"I'll figure it out," Kelvin replied nonchalantly as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tanned muscular arms that were well-defined with smooth lines - something that Cheyenne knew only too well about him: slim-looking when clothed but meatier when unclothed.

"It may be considered a waste of time but this simple game is easy enough for anyone to learn," he boasted.

Cheyenne, unimpressed by his words, retorted, "Don't brag, mister. Watching is one thing; doing it is another."

The man paid no attention to her remarks, confidently bending down, revealing his striking profile: a high-bridged nose, pursed lips, and a resolute, cold jawline. His tall, lean figure was accentuated by the crisp white shirt, attracting the gazes of women around him who shot adoring looks his way.

Cheyenne felt a hint of irritation. This man was like a beacon for attracting admirers wherever he went. In her annoyance, Kelvin made a spectacular shot, performing precisely the same technique she had demonstrated earlier. Cheyenne raised an eyebrow.

She was confident that before this moment, he had never touched a pool cue. But he was, after all, the heir of the Foley family, naturally intelligent and quick to learn, mastering it with just one look. However, Cheyenne wasn't one to easily concede.

The three of them played billiards for over an hour. In the end, Kelvin, the novice won the game with ten balls while Cheyenne got nine and Sam lost with eight.

According to their rules, third place pays most of the money.

Sam took out a check for eight million on the spot.

Kelvin won ten million while Cheyenne lost one million. She immediately wrote a check for that amount.

The check was handed to him.

He looked at it without moving and said coldly, "I don't want it."

She needed money... He knew it.

Cheyenne rolled her eyes at him and said, "Then forget about it."

As she spoke, she picked up her suit jacket from her body and threw it in front of Kelvin's face, saying, "Here you go! It stinks like hell!"

With his breath turning cold as he stepped forward grabbing Cheyenne by surprise; his eyebrows furrowed in confusion mixed with invisible concern as he asked, "Where are you going?"

Cheyenne found this amusing; raising a hand to stroke her chin as she replied indifferently, "What does this have anything to do with you, Mr. Foley? Where I go doesn't seem related to you or your sweetheart Miss Berry either."