She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 389: Don'T Disturb Them

Chapter 389: Don't Disturb Them

Vincent's gaze quickly swept over the two of them, finally settling on Cheyenne's feet. He noticed that her pink dress had shifted up a bit, revealing a glimpse of her slender and fair legs, leading down to a pair of exquisite, flawless feet that formed a captivating scenery.

The only flaw was the numerous small scars on her perfect feet, which was quite a pity.

A hint of astonishment flashed in Vincent's eyes, and his greedy gaze quickly disappeared, but catching Kelvin's attention.

This was the way a man looked at a woman!

Kelvin lowered his head and, for the first time, noticed that Cheyenne's skirt had annoyingly revealed a large expanse of fair skin, as if it were jade, smooth and elastic.

With a dark expression, he quickly pulled it down with his hand, covering her little feet.

After warning Kelvin in a cold voice, he openly carried Cheyenne and walked towards his room.

"Don't tell Grandfather that I brought her back."

As the words fell, the air was filled with Cheyenne's indignant voice, her anger clearly audible. "Kelvin, you hypocrite, lecher! Since you do it, why can't you admit it?" "Shut up!"

"Are you scolding me? You bastard! You were just pressing me down... Mm..."

"Be good, I know your legs hurt. I'll go back to the room and give you a massage."

"Get lost!"

The voices of the two of them bantering and quarreling gradually faded away, ultimately drowned out by a resounding door shutting.

Vincent still stood at the staircase, his gaze icy as he watched the closed door, his mind filled with images of Cheyenne's exquisite figure beneath the dress, her enchanting beauty.

No wonder even someone as proud as Kelvin would try everything to get back together with her.

Inside the room, as Kelvin entered and kicked the door shut, he swiftly walked to the black bed, throwing her onto the soft sheets.

It didn't really hurt, but Cheyenne was startled by his sudden action.

'What does this jerk want to do?'

"Kelvin? How dare you! I... Mmm?"

Kelvin's heavy body landed perfectly on top of her.

She had already been hungry for three days, and with this pressure from Kelvin, Cheyenne was in agony. She weakly pushed his shoulders, only to replace that she didn't have the strength to do so. Accidentally touching the wound on his shoulder, a sticky, slippery red liquid met her palm, a sight that was both shocking and distressing.

When Cheyenne looked up, the handsome face in front of her had turned pale, his eyes tightly closed, and the bruises and disheveled appearance were clearly visible. These past three days, he must not have rested at all.

With great difficulty, she moved her fingers and pushed Kelvin's body away, allowing him to lie on the bed. She then made her way towards the landline phone in the room. She quickly called Chris' phone number.

"Hello, Mr. Foley."

"Prepare a set of surgical instruments for me, and... some shredded pork bread and a box of pure milk. Hurry up, or be prepared to collect the corpse of your CEO at home."

The voice on the other end of the phone was emotionless but familiar.

Beep... beep... beep...

Before Chris could even ask what was going on, the call had been hung up.

This concerned Kelvin's life and also Chris' future prospects. Chris was extremely efficient, and he appeared in front of Cheyenne in just over ten minutes, panting and sweating profusely. He handed her the pink medical box.

"Miss... Miss Lawrence, the things you requested are here. Is Mr. Foley okay?"

Cheyenne took the box and peeked outside the door, making sure no one was there before allowing Chris to come in.

"Come inside, then we'll talk."

"Yes."

She was also dizzy from hunger now. Drinking a bottle of milk earlier only temporarily quenched her thirst.

She couldn't afford to make any mistakes during the upcoming surgery. If she fainted from hunger midway, Kelvin would be in even more danger.

Cheyenne, without any concern for her image, squatted barefoot on the floor, tearing open the packaging of the bread and devouring it hungrily.

In less than a minute, she had devoured the palm-sized shredded pork bread. She chewed her food vigorously and then tilted her head back, gulping down a few mouthfuls of pure milk. With a few loud gulps, the 250ml carton of milk was emptied.

Cheyenne, with a delicate and lovely face, surprised Chris with her voracious eating.

Suddenly, Cheyenne stood up abruptly. After consuming a large amount of food, she was experiencing low blood sugar. Her quick movement caused her vision to darken, and she nearly fell. Fortunately, she managed to grasp onto the bedpost beside her in time. After waiting a few seconds, her vision gradually cleared, and she regained her composure.

With a swift motion, she flattened the milk carton, then skillfully tossed it into the trash bin by the door, about ten meters away from her. It was as if she had revived as a warrior charging into her own battlefield.

Chris had already followed her instructions and removed Kelvin's clothes. With his top half exposed, his tanned skin appeared firm and his well-defined muscles exuded male charm. There was a small patch of coarse chest hair that added just the right amount of sensuality.

She only took a quick glance before averting her eyes, picking up the blue surgical gown and putting it on. As soon as she put on her mask, Cheyenne's entire being became calm and composed. She reached into a tray and picked up a silver surgical knife and forceps, ready to extract the bullets.

"Chris."

Suddenly hearing her call his name, Chris straightened up attentively as if facing a formidable opponent.

"Miss Lawrence, I'm here."

"Go and guard the door, don't let anyone in. If somebody comes, tell them Kelvin and I have already gone to sleep."

"Yes."

Chris left, leaving only the two of them alone in the room. Cheyenne took a deep breath and focused her energy, diligently carrying out her work at a steady pace.

Kelvin's wound had started to ooze pus, with a mixture of pale yellow and foul-smelling liquid flowing from the wound. It blended together with the dark red blood clots, indicating a worsening condition. If she wasn't careful, his hand could easily be permanently damaged.

Cheyenne's guess was correct - the interruptions started soon after.

While she was extracting the bullet from Kelvin's arm, she heard a noisy commotion outside the door, accompanied by a shrill voice.

"I heard that my big brother is back. Let me go see him, Kelvin!"

"Miss Foley, please don't put me in a difficult position. Mr. Foley has instructed that he wants to sleep a bit longer with Miss Lawrence. He's been very tired from his business trip these past few days." Chris' plea did not deter Emelia, and she persisted.

"I know my big brother is tired. I'm here to bring him some soup that can dispel his tiredness."

"Well..."

"What are you doing?"