She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Master Omari Is Cuckolded

Excited about the upcoming exploration of the forest the next day, Cheyenne found it difficult to fall asleep.

However, when she thought about the baby growing inside her, she glanced at her slightly protruding belly and furrowed her brows.

Since becoming pregnant, she felt like her waist had become thicker than before. She cursed under her breath, feeling the urge to get rid of it. But then she reconsidered; giving birth seemed quite painful. Oh well, she would carry it for now. Time to sleep.

Under the pale and bleak moonlight, there was another person who felt upset.

At the Lara mansion, it was the eve of Master Omarin's wedding. The entire mansion was brightly lit, as if it were daytime. Despite it being past one in the morning, the servants were still bustling around.

A senior butler in a black tailcoat directed several maids to decorate the house.

"And you two, go... check for any remaining dust and inspect everything again. We can't afford to have any missing items."

"Yes, sir."

After receiving the instructions, the maids retreated while murmuring complaints under their breath and yawning.

"These wealthy families are truly something else. Even organizing a wedding is so complicated."

The response came from another slightly plump young maid who was biting her finger, her gaze already dulled from exhaustion. "Exactly, we've been preparing for half a year. If it weren't for Master Omarin's runaway last time, we wouldn't have to do so much repetitive work."

Suddenly, the third maid among them sighed, evoking empathy from the others.

"Who would want to marry a woman like Miss Weaver? Master Omarin is truly pitiful."

"You're right."

"I think that sometimes, being wealthy isn't necessarily a good thing."

Compared to Master Omarin, who was about to marry a promiscuous woman he didn't love, their torment was only physical.

Moreover, the Lara family was a prestigious lineage in Onistead. With Master Omari's wedding being such a grand occasion, the maids could expect to receive cash.

As they excitedly speculated about the amount of the cash, a "clang" sound suddenly echoed through the dark garden.

A deflated beer bottle fell from mid-air, landing precisely in the garden's ornamental fountain.

Upon closer inspection under the light, they noticed over a dozen empty bottles floating on the water's surface.

The three of them were startled and instinctively looked up.

The room on the second floor had no lights on, pitch black and difficult to see clearly.

Only one street lamp in the garden cast its light on the shadows of the trees, illuminating the intricate veins of each leaf with a green glow.

The green light pierced through the forest, landing on a particular silhouette.

It was Master Omari!

He stood with his back to the window, one long leg stretched out on the ground while the other was bent at the knee.

One hand rested on his knee, while the other held a new beer bottle as he tilted his head back to continue drinking.

The green light fell on his disheveled long hair, making it shine in the dark night like the leaves-radiating green.

This scene inexplicably evoked a sense of heartache.

"Indeed, even if life can go on, it's still painful to have such an unfaithful wife."

Her companion nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

She felt such deep pity for Master Omari that she couldn't find the words to express it.

After the three of them left, another crisp and loud "plop" sound rang out in the darkness. This sound was different from the previous one.

It seemed there was still half a bottle of alcohol left.

The man's hoarse and deep voice carried by the chilly wind traveled far, sounding both submissive and heart-wrenching.

"Cheyenne!"