She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Don't Disturb Them

Vincent's gaze quickly swept over the two of them, finally settling on Cheyenne's feet. He noticed that her pink dress had shifted up a bit, revealing a glimpse of her slender and fair legs, leading down to a pair of exquisite, flawless feet that formed a captivating scenery.

The only flaw was the numerous small scars on her perfect feet, which was quite a pity.

A hint of astonishment flashed in Vincent's eyes, and his greedy gaze quickly disappeared, but catching Kelvin's attention.

This was the way a man looked at a woman!

Kelvin lowered his head and, for the first time, noticed that Cheyenne's skirt had annoyingly revealed a large expanse of fair skin, as if it were jade, smooth and elastic.

With a dark expression, he quickly pulled it down with his hand, covering her little feet.

After warning Kelvin in a cold voice, he openly carried Cheyenne and walked towards his room.

"Don't tell Grandfather that I brought her back."

As the words fell, the air was filled with Cheyenne's indignant voice, her anger clearly audible. "Kelvin, you hypocrite, lecher! Since you do it, why can't you admit it?"

"Shut up!"

"Are you scolding me? You bastard! You were just pressing me down... Mm..."

"Be good, I know your legs hurt. I'll go back to the room and give you a massage."

"Get lost!"

The voices of the two of them bantering and quarreling gradually faded away, ultimately drowned out by a resounding door shutting.

Vincent still stood at the staircase, his gaze icy as he watched the closed door, his mind filled with images of Cheyenne's exquisite figure beneath the dress, her enchanting beauty.

No wonder even someone as proud as Kelvin would try everything to get back together with her.

Inside the room, as Kelvin entered and kicked the door shut, he swiftly walked to the black bed, throwing her onto the soft sheets.

It didn't really hurt, but Cheyenne was startled by his sudden action.

'What does this jerk want to do?'

"Kelvin? How dare you! I... Mmm?"

Kelvin's heavy body landed perfectly on top of her.

She had already been hungry for three days, and with this pressure from Kelvin, Cheyenne was in agony. She weakly pushed his shoulders, only to find that she didn't have the strength to do so.

Accidentally touching the wound on his shoulder, a sticky, slippery red liquid met her palm, a sight that was both shocking and distressing.

When Cheyenne looked up, the handsome face in front of her had turned pale, his eyes tightly closed, and the bruises and disheveled appearance were clearly visible.

These past three days, he must not have rested at all.

With great difficulty, she moved her fingers and pushed Kelvin's body away, allowing him to lie on the bed. She then made her way towards the landline phone in the room.

She quickly called Chris' phone number.

"Hello, Mr. Foley."

"Prepare a set of surgical instruments for me, and... some shredded pork bread and a box of pure milk. Hurry up, or be prepared to collect the corpse of your CEO at home."

The voice on the other end of the phone was emotionless but familiar.

Beep... beep... beep...