She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 200: Vulgarity

Chapter 200: Vulgarity

Upon hearing his voice behind her, Cheyenne impatiently turned around and rolled her eyes. "Mr. Foley, do you have anything else to say? Hurry up and spit it out so I can leave."

Kelvin had nothing to say, he just didn't want to see her willingly fall into a downward spiral.

After thinking for a while, he finally spoke in a commanding tone. "Don't come to places like this anymore."

Cheyenne found it amusing and crossed her arms with pride as she looked at him disdainfully. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Kelvin, listen carefully, we're done now and I don't love you anymore! Goodbye!" The words "don't love" kept echoing in his mind like a curse.

He felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart as if he were being crushed by a boulder. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him.

"How could you be like this, Cheyenne?" Clearly she was the one who intruded into his world first.

"I was the one who said 'I love you' first but you didn't care."

"I've been secretly loving you for eight years and married to you for three years. During these three years, it's been you that tore my heart apart piece by piece and trampled on my love for you."

"Kelvin, I'm tired. I don't want to love you anymore." Only after getting drunk tonight did Cheyenne speak candidly about how she felt inside.

Kelvin listened with complex emotions. He couldn't bear it.

Eight years... She had secretly loved him for eight years? When did that happen?

"Cheyenne..." He couldn't bring himself to say those three words: "I am sorry."

"Let go." She glared at him coldly with slightly drunken eyes.

"No," he replied firmly.

"What do you want from me?" Don't tell her that he came looking for her because he fell in love with her! Pfft! She no longer cared about him.

"Come with me!"

"Why?" She struggled against his grip but Kelvin lifted her up onto his shoulder again before carrying her towards the car.

Like throwing away an old sack of potatoes, Kelvin dumped Cheyenne onto the back seat of the car before ordering coldly, "Drive."

"Yes, Mr. Foley," Chris watched as Mr. Foley took charge dominantly; applauding inwardly at how authoritative Mr. Foley appeared.

With one step on the gas pedal, they left the club.

Thinking that Kelvin had some plans for her, Cheyenne was surprised when he carried her to a nearby hotel.

He pushed her onto the bed and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his suit jacket. His long, slender fingers moved gracefully against the black fabric.

"What do you want?" Cheyenne asked, her hands covering her chest as she backed away.

Seeing her cautious movements, Kelvin raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

"Well, that's a relief," Cheyenne retorted.

Without further explanation, he left the room and returned shortly with a black bag. He tossed it in front of her and ordered in a cold tone, "Change into this."

Cheyenne opened the bag and found a black professional suit inside. She blushed and scoffed sarcastically, "I had no idea, Mr. Foley, that you had this kind of quirk. Do you want me to wear this to make love to you?"

"I'm okay with it. Anyway, I've worn more inviting clothes before."

Upon hearing this, Kelvin clenched his fists, glaring at her coldly.

"Cheyenne, can't you stop demeaning yourself?" he questioned. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"If you don't want me to, then why bring me to a hotel? Don't tell me it's just for a cozy chat under the covers," Cheyenne retorted. She suddenly sat up, extending a hand to touch his chest.

Her fingers lingered on his chest, and Kelvin's mind was flooded with memories of countless intimate moments they'd shared in the past.

'This damned woman is at it again,' he thought.

"Cheyenne, let go!" he shouted in frustration.

"You men are all the same. Kelvin, I look down on you," Cheyenne said, smiling fearlessly and meeting his gaze head-on.

She opened her red lips and let out a cold, emotionless laugh as she spoke, "Isn't that right? You are thinking about your childhood friend Miss Berry, but at the same time you have desires for my body."

"It seems even someone as high and cold as you can't escape the vulgarity between men and women, can you?" she replied.

"Cheyenne, since you say that, I'll show you what it means!"

She asked for it!

Kelvin pushed her against the wall and grabbed her delicate chin with one hand before kissing her fiercely.

"Kelvin!" she protested.

"You provoked me first. You deserve this," he said before holding onto both of her wrists to prevent any struggling while deepening the kiss.

It wasn't really a kiss so much as it was like gnawing on pork knuckles. He didn't know anything about being gentle or tender towards a woman. This was their first kiss together, and both Cheyenne and Kelvin were somewhat clumsy in their attempts at intimacy.

He never imagined himself pressing a woman against the wall like this just to kiss her.

Since he was a neat freak, he believed kissing meant sharing saliva with someone else which seemed unacceptable to him. But now his first impression of it was surprisingly sweet.

They lost themselves in each other during this vengeful kiss until Cheyenne couldn't hold herself up anymore; Kelvin slowly released her from his grip.

He placed the bag in front of her again and whispered softly, "Change into these clothes so we can go to a party."

"Why should I?" Cheyenne had blushes on her face which accentuated those watery eyes that looked like they could speak for themselves.

She panted out in protest.

As for why Kelvin wanted them to go together, he blushed slightly when explaining, "My grandfather wants to see you."

Cheyenne nodded unexpectedly. "Alright then, I'll go."

Even though they've been divorced for so long now, she hadn't visited old Mr. Foley yet mainly because she didn't know how to face him who treated her like his own granddaughter.

When she agreed without hesitation, Kelvin finally breathed out a sigh of relief.