She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 585: The Ring Cheyenne Picked

Cheyenne had just finished her ultrasound and as she opened the door, she saw several nurses swiftly pushing a hospital bed through the crowded corridor. "Make way, everyone, please make way."

The sound attracted the attention of countless onlookers, and everyone's gaze was fixed on the metal bed.

The person lying on it was covered from head to toe with a white sheet, resembling a lifeless body at first glance.

People around him frowned, and some instinctively covered their noses, avoiding the strong smell of blood and the pungent odor of disinfectant in the air. The murmurs reached Cheyenne's ears.

"Who is this? He seems to be seriously injured."

"Yeah, I caught a glimpse of his wrist just now, and it scared me. It was burned black like coal."

"My relative told me that he was rescued from a big fire. There isn't a single intact spot on his body."

"Ouch, it's really miserable. Even if he survives, it's worse than death."

"If it were me, I would choose to commit suicide. Severe burns all over the body, even plastic surgery would hardly bring him back to how he was before." "What a tragedy. This person is so unlucky."

Meanwhile, Cheyenne's gaze fell on the corridor. When the mobile bed left earlier, something circular fell from it and rolled into a crack in the ground. She crouched down, picked up the silver circular object, and took a closer look.

It turned out to be a diamond ring!Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She held the ring in astonishment, feeling a sense of familiarity... A sudden surge of unease, as if she had been cut by a knife.

It hurt!

She clutched her chest and vaguely saw the bed away.

Indeed, just as those women had said, it was burned black, looking extremely hideous.

As she instinctively thought about catching up and handing the diamond ring to the two nurses, she suddenly felt a warm touch on her shoulder.

She looked up and met Benson's concerned eyes.

Benson helped Cheyenne stand up, and he anxiously asked, "Cheyenne, what's wrong with you?"

Her face turned pale, with fine beads of sweat on her fair and beautiful forehead, hanging on her delicate pink nose, adding a touch of cuteness to her disheveled appearance.

Cheyenne took a deep breath, bit her lip, and leaned on his arm as she slowly stood up. In the palm of her hand, she tightly held the diamond ring.

She managed a weak smile and said, "It's nothing. Maybe it's because I just finished the ultrasound, and I have low blood sugar."

"It must be because you came to the hospital without having breakfast. Let's go, I'll take you to eat something. You've already had your blood drawn, and the remaining tests don't require fasting."

"Okay."

Cheyenne nodded in agreement and let him support her as they left.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back at the corridor. The car from earlier had already disappeared. The corridor was crowded once again, except for that

one drop of bright red blood on

pristine white floor, which was a

the

shocking sight.

Outside the hospital, Benson drove them to a famous restaurant in Onistead. He held the steering wheel with one hand, his peripheral vision always on the woman next to him.

He saw her looking at the ring, her blushing face filled with seriousness. Her long and dense eyelashes, like a small fan, covered the emotions in her eyes.

Her slender and fair fingers played with the ring, trying it on her own finger. It had to be said that she was truly beautiful, even her hands were delicate and graceful. The diamond ring shone brightly on her finger.

Benson couldn't help but feel his heart stir. How nice would it be if she were wearing a ring he had given her?

"It suits you very well," he suddenly complimented.

Cheyenne hooked her lips into a slight smile and raised her small hand, examining the snowflake-shaped diamond on the ring under the light.

"Really? I think so."

It was as if it had been tailor-made for her. When she curiously put it on her left ring finger, it fit perfectly. Her fingers were slender, and many rings were usually too big for her. But not this one. "When did you buy this, Cheyenne? Why didn't I know?" Benson asked.

Cheyenne cleared her throat and prepared to take off the ring. "I didn't buy it. I found it in the corridor just now. It must belong to one of the patients. I'll return it to the hospital later this afternoon." It was clearly a wedding ring.

Such a meaningful item, if it were lost, the owner must be very worried.

Benson agreed and reached out to touch Cheyenne's long hair. The gesture was as warm as an older brother comforting his younger sister.

"If you want, I can buy you one later. This belongs to someone else; it's better not to keep it."

"No need. Why waste money on something unnecessary?" She had no plans to get married.

An awkward situation arose when

the ring fit perfectly on her finger but

proved difficult to remove. She pulled with all her strength, but the ring wouldn't budge. She tried rotating it... It took a lot of effort, and her fingers turned red.

The ring seemed to have taken ownership and refused to come off.

Seeing her reddened hand, Benson felt sorry for her. "Cheyenne, if you can't take it off, then leave it for now. We'll find a jewelry store later to see if there's any other solution. Your hand is worth much more than this ring."

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She sighed in frustration. "I wish I hadn't worn it. It would be embarrassing if we ran into the owner of this ring."

"It's okay. We can just buy it if needed. Money is not an issue."

Over the years, Benson had accumulated a considerable amount of savings. Moreover, being blind for three years, he relied on Cheyenne to make all their purchases. They had managed to save quite a bit of money.

In no time, the car stopped in front of a Western restaurant. The decor was elegant and luxurious, with a set of steps in the center of the hall, and a black grand piano placed under a dazzling crystal chandelier. Amidst the dazzling lights, a handsome young man in a black tuxedo was playing a piece of music. The pleasant melody filled the air as the restaurant's patrons engaged in quiet conversations. Benson ordered a table full of dishes that she liked, and in fluent English, he instructed the waiter to replace the red wine with freshly squeezed orange juice.

Once they were seated, Cheyenne sat obediently in her place, her curious black shiny eyes scanning the surroundings before settling on the handsome face of the man in front of her.

"How did you know about this wonderful place, Benson?"

"Have you forgotten that I used to live in Onistead?" Benson replied, showing his thoughtfulness. He took the orange juice and lightly touched the glass with the back of his hand, feeling its coolness. His brows furrowed.

"Cheyenne, let's wait a bit before drinking. The oranges were just taken out of the fridge, so they're a bit cold."

As she was pregnant now, she couldn't drink such cold beverages.