She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427: Madam Erica

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Gordon.

He emerged from inside... with his face covered in black ashes, only revealing his black eyes. When he spoke, his snow-white teeth were even more dazzling. And the white figure that startled her was a white coat. It had "Hopedale Hospital" written on the chest along with its logo. How could this be a hospital uniform?

Cheyenne was greatly shocked. There were traces of blood and green grass juice on the white coat.

It must have splattered on the person while passing through the woods, sticking the green leaves to the clothes.

On second thought, she hadn't heard anyone in the hospital mention losing their uniform. She reached out her fair and tender hand and grabbed Gordon, curiously asking him, "Mr. Murillo, is there something under the fireplace?"

Gordon held her small hand in his, a blush quickly flashing across his dark and handsome face. He felt somewhat embarrassed and lowered his head. Girls' hands are so soft?

When he recalled how he had dirtied Cheyenne's delicate and fair hand, he felt even more guilty.

In a haste, he climbed up, let go of Cheyenne's hand, and answered her, "It seems like there's a secret passage below. I only walked about twenty meters. It was too dark, so I didn't dare to go any further. I will bring my men here for further investigation.

Cheyenne agreed, continuing to speculate, "If this secret passage leads outside, it could explain why there are no footprints outside, but suddenly footprints appeared on the stairs."

"Yes, that's possible!" Gordon deeply appreciated Cheyenne's intelligence. His liking for her deepened a bit.

After putting on his clothes, a gust of wind blew, and the putrid smell in the air made both of them grimace.

Cheyenne covered her nose with her small hand, expressing her disdain, "Let's go, this place is so stinky."

He quickly took something in his hand and said, "Miss Lawrence, lady first."

His gentlemanly side surprised her, and she smiled, her crescent-shaped eyes almost narrowed into a line. A teasing voice sounded in Gordon's ear, "I thought all you policemen were unromantic guys."

Gordon smiled wryly, pondered and said, "That can actually be true, given the nature of our work. So most of us aren't really romantic. There are many of us in our 30s who are still unmarried."

He unexpectedly started complaining about his single status.

Seeing the obvious traces of a bitter smile on his face, Cheyenne felt curious. "How is that possible? Mr. Murillo, you hold a high position, you're young, and there are many women who like you."

Gordon laughed without saying a word, his face clearly reflecting a shadow of sadness.

He did have someone he liked, but that person's status was too high, while he was just a lowly policeman with no future prospects. They simply weren't a match.

There was a story behind this expression. Cheyenne loved gossip the most. While walking in front without turning back, she couldn't resist asking, "Who is the person you like, Mr. Murillo? Can I know?"

Gordon gave a vague answer, "She's in Onistead, and I'm afraid I won't see her in this lifetime. Miss Lawrence, please don't ask anymore."

He spoke lightly, but Cheyenne seemed to see his sadness. She could empathize with him.

With a knowing expression, she comfortingly patted Gordon's shoulder, leaving him somewhat puzzled.