She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 460: Kelvin Has Fallen In Love With You

Chapter 460: Kelvin has Fallen in Love with You

"Abbie! You've gone too far!" Kelvin angrily exclaimed. The cold and determined expression on his face, illuminated by the light outside the window, reflected his frustrations. His hands, bound behind him, showcased the tension in his veins, highlighting his current state of emotion.

He never knew that Abbie's innocence and kindness were merely an act, nor did he realize her true nature, so rebellious and fierce.

Several times, he mistakenly thought that Cheyenne was bullying his high school classmates, only to replace out later, through explanations from those around him, that the guy was dating multiple girls while deceiving them for money and pleasure.

He even harassed Cheyenne's good friend, Kate, which led to Cheyenne grabbing him and beating him up in front of the school's billiard room. From then on, he changed for the better.

Furthermore, there were several instances where Cheyenne taught a lesson to scoundrels involved in fraud and unforgivable criminals. Her apparent arrogance was just her way to protect herself. Cheyenne had never harmed anyone.

On the contrary, she possessed kindness and loyalty that others couldn't see. She participated in gaming competitions to help Rachel. She bravely confronted the principal at Akloit College for the sake of her good friend, Kate. She even faced off with the Dark League and hackers to protect him.

Thinking of all this, Kelvin deeply regretted how blind he was to mistake a treasure for a good-for-nothing. Abbie's tender cheeks glowed with a smile reminiscent of glistening spring water. She lowered her head and whispered into Cheyenne's ear.

"Actually, Kelvin has fallen in love with you long ago. It's just because of his mother that he detests the color red and has reservations about marriage."

"But unfortunately, it seems you two are destined to miss each other. Hahaha."

As those words fell from Abbie's lips, Cheyenne's face exhibited a mix of emotions. Kelvin didn't like the color red?

Yet, her clothes consisted predominantly of black and red, including various shades of pink and crimson... shades of red that were her favorites.

Cheyenne met Kelvin when his mother had become a vegetable lying in a hospital bed. The Foley family never mentioned his mother, and even Corey himself seemed to have forgotten that he still had a wife. After hearing Kelvin's childhood experiences from Old Mr. Foley, Cheyenne's impression of her vegetable "mother-in-law" was tarnished.

Gracie, Kelvin's mother, was undoubtedly beautiful. In an era where plastic surgery, makeup techniques, and photographic technology were relatively lacking, she could still captivate everyone in a stunning red dress, exuding unrivaled elegance.

However, this seemingly perfect woman concealed a deranged and sadistic heart. Perhaps Corey didn't love his wife and family as much as he portrayed.

While enduring an unfortunate marriage, Kelvin's mother had also inflicted her suffering onto her young son. His fear of marriage likely stemmed from the neglect he experienced in his early years.

Never having felt the love of a family, he never imagined that he would encounter a woman or get married, let alone be suddenly bestowed with a wife.

Cheyenne suddenly began to understand his previous neglect and dissatisfaction towards her. Upon careful reflection, she realized that from the moment they met, she had always pursued Kelvin persistently. Whether it was on their engagement or wedding day, or even their first night together, he sternly warned her, "Beware the consequences of your actions."

She naively believed that her passionate love could move him and make him fall in love with her. But in the end, she was doused with cold water by him.

Abbie said Kelvin loved her, which was a joke to Cheyenne. Throughout their three-year marriage, she was always the one taking the initiative, even if Kelvin showed the slightest sign of concern, she would be ecstatic.

All Abbie wanted was to flaunt her victorious stance in front of Cheyenne. Seeing Cheyenne's silence, she left satisfied, and the room returned to tranquility.

With the window open, the ocean breeze blew in gently, waves crashing against the shore, carrying along the sand... creating a faint and rhythmic sound.

It wasn't until a man's magnetic voice of concern reached her ears that Cheyenne snapped back to reality.

"Cheyenne, are you alright?"

She deliberately avoided Kelvin's intense gaze and shook her head lightly.

"I'm fine."

"That's good. I shouldn't have taken you to the banquet, I didn't expect you would be implicated too."

Recalling being captured and brought here, Cheyenne's eyes became unusually bright as she explained the reason for her presence.

"It's none of your concern. I know Abbie wanted to harm me, and I saw her putting something in your drink. When Nora brought the same drink to me, I drank it."

Kelvin listened with a bewildered expression, his deep-set eyes narrowed. "Are you crazy? Why would you do that?"

"Mr. Foley, have you ever heard an old saying? Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

There were two reasons that Cheyenne cooperated with them: first, she wanted to see the regret on Kelvin's face; second, she wanted to know who Abbie's accomplice was. For now, the second question remained unanswered. As for the first, to her surprise, Kelvin's face was filled with anger.

All that was left in his eyes was disgust.

Perhaps she wouldn't be able to see Kelvin's regretful expression. Oh well.

"Cheyenne." He called her name with deep affection.

The woman's ear trembled imperceptibly and she closed her eyes, choosing to ignore him sarcastically.

"Mr. Foley, perhaps you should call me Miss Lawrence. Cheyenne doesn't seem quite appropriate."

"What's inappropriate? Don't they all call you that too?"

"They are my friends, are you?"

"..."

Kelvin couldn't help but feel jealous. He smiled bitterly, realizing that in Cheyenne's eyes, they weren't even friends.

Not knowing how long they had been asleep, they heard two sets of footsteps outside the door.

A dull sound, each step hitting the ground forcefully. It should be a man's footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound was crisp, the footsteps slightly faster, as if running.

It must be Abbie's footsteps...

Someone was coming!

The two light sleepers immediately woke up, their gazes fixed on the tightly closed wooden door.

The door opened.

First, a pair of black leather shoes came into view, then as their gaze moved upwards, they saw a black robe.

The man wore a white featureless mask, eerie and cold.

He was the judge from TWILIGHT!