She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 486: Is Miss Lawrence coming to see Mr. Foley?

Previously, the storm at sea blew her and Kelvin to the South Seas. They lived on a deserted island called "Snake Island" for more than twenty days. It was a famous small island in the middle of the South Seas, with diverse and abundant species of wildlife, especially rare and precious species of venomous snakes.

Now it has been burned to ashes by a ruthless fire, becoming a heartache for environmentalists. Kelvin and Cheyenne who survived this accident have become objects of media attention.

It'd been almost a month since their last kidnapping incident, and rumors outside suggested that they both had perished in the sea with their bodies possibly eaten by sharks.

Who would have thought that they were lucky enough to drift onto this deserted island? With no living conditions whatsoever, they managed to survive for 25 days which was both shocking and intriguing as people wondered how they did it.

Was this fire caused by human or natural disasters? Unfortunately, both parties involved were now unconscious due to severe injuries.

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A young man with pale skin tone lay on a black double bed. Chris held flowers in his hands, trying to figure out how best he could match them together.

The bright red roses mixed with vibrant sunflowers look like scrambled eggs with tomatoes no matter how you look at them!

Knock knock knock...

The sound of knocking interrupted Chris' thoughts; he put away the flowers into the vase before rushing over to open the door.

The door opened, and standing in the doorway was Cheyenne. Chris's face couldn't help but show a delighted smile, as if he had won a five million lottery, his face flushed with excitement.

"Miss Lawrence, you're here. No need to worry about Mr. Foley; the doctor said he's out of danger," he said before being interrupted by Cheyenne, her tone proud, "Who said I'm worried about him? I just came to see if he's dead."

After listening, Chris couldn't help but stifle a laugh, covering his mouth. "Miss Lawrence, you don't need to worry about that. Mr. Foley is fine. He kept calling your name just now."

Cheyenne regretted why she had come to check on Kelvin's condition, and she shouldn't have come at this critical juncture.

It sounded as if Kelvin was deeply in love with her.

"Enough, you can shut up now."

Just as she was about to step through the threshold, her left foot hesitated in mid-air, then retracted back, her arms folded in front of her. "I just happened to pass by here. Since your boss is fine, I'll be leaving. Perhaps sensing her arrival, Kelvin, who should have been in a coma, inexplicably called out her name. It was so faint, his voice so soft that it could have been easily drowned out by his breathing.

If the ward wasn't quiet enough, Cheyenne wouldn't have heard him call her name just now.

"Cheyenne." In less than a second, it felt like a hallucination.

She instinctively turned her head to look at the man in the bed, but he hadn't woken up yet... There were sweat drops, the size of a fingernail, hanging on his wide forehead, and the depths of his eyes were a deep dark blue, as if he was stuck in a nightmare.

Suddenly, Chris pushed her from behind and quickly walked out the door, closing it behind him.

An excited voice came from the outside, "Miss Lawrence, I... I suddenly remembered that there's something I need to take care of. I'd appreciate it if you could watch Mr. Foley for me."

As if afraid she would refuse, he hurriedly left after his words.

Cheyenne hesitated to speak... She tentatively reached for the door handle and twisted it.

Damn it, it wouldn't open. Chris had locked the door from the outside.

"Mr. Richards, get back here, you bastard! Who wants to watch him..."

Chris had run far away, and the

answer to her was a faint and powerless sound of wind coming

through the window, mixed with the summer heat, making it stifling.

Enraged, Cheyenne kicked the door.

The force acted mutually, causing her own pain. Biting her teeth, she withdrew her foot, slowly walking to Kelvin's bedside.

He didn't look like he was resting well; the black hospital gown was soaked with sweat, and a white bandage covered his handsome bronzed face, accentuating the blood-stained lips.

He kept muttering vague words.

"Mommy... no, don't kill me... don't kill me, I'm Kelvin..."

"Mom..."

In his panic, his sweaty hand suddenly grabbed her wrist with force, it felt like someone stuck in the swamp clutching onto their only hope for survival. Cheyenne let out a soft cry of pain, and as she looked down, a red fingerprint ring appeared on her wrist.

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sweat beads falling onto the back of her hand.

It seemed like he was really having a nightmare.

Cheyenne sighed helplessly and reached out her fair hand, gently resting it on his shoulder and softly patting it.

As if comforting a child, she used a gentle and soothing voice, "Kelvin, let go... I'm Cheyenne."

"Mommy..."

He tilted his head toward her, now using both hands to hug her waist, plaintively accusing her in her ear. "Why did Mommy want to commit suicide? I don't believe... You don't seem like that kind of person..."

"It's Father and Aunt... Mommy, don't leave!"

"Don't leave me alone... No..."

He became very agitated, his hands clutching her waist with force.

Cheyenne took a deep breath, and the complex emotions in her heart gradually turned into sympathy and pity.

After loving him for so many years, even when they were destitute on a deserted island, she had never seen him show any signs of despair.

Turns out Kelvin also had a vulnerable side; he had things he was afraid of.

She finally softened, gripped his large palm, whispering gently in his ear to soothe him.

"Kelvin, wake up. I won't leave, it is fine now..."