She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 152: Perhaps I Should Thank Mr. Foley Listening to her infuriating words, Abbie couldn't keep the faint smile on her face any longer. Her hands, hidden beneath her long sleeves, clenched tightly.

A pair of calm eyes stared intently at Cheyenne's bright smiling face, a fleeting undercurrent passing through them.

She deliberately whispered in Cheyenne's ear, her voice rising with a hint of pleasure. "Cheyenne! All you can do is talk a big game. Do you even know that Kelvin and I are getting engaged soon? He said he'll be responsible forfor a lifetime!" Cheyenne had decided to forget about Kelvin, but when she heard the news, her heart still stirred a little.

It felt like a huge stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

When she learned that Abbie was returning home, she had anticipated this day would come, but she didn't expect to feel heartbroken when hearing it with her own ears.

Cheyenne took a deep breath without being noticed, the smile in her eyes gradually turned into an indifferent look, which made Abbie suspicious. "Why is she so calm?” When someone hears that their ex-husband is getting married, most of them will either angrily curse or show displeasure.

But Cheyenne's response left her disappointed. Cheyenne actually responded with a question, "So what? Are you hoping I'll teach you sskills in bed, like which positions are good for conceiving a baby?" "You have no shame!" Abbie looked like a refined lady, with both cheeks flushed.

"Tsk. Why are you blushing? Don't tellyou don't want to sleep with Kelvin, or maybe you've slept with him and you're pretending to be innocent here." "If you really want to marry into the Foley family, the most direct and best way is to have a child." Speaking of this, Cheyenne crossed her arms and a deep smile appeared on her face, which was set off by her sweet and beautiful little face, enough to dazzle Abbie's eyes.

"However, I have to remind you that I've tried all kinds of positions in the past three years but haven't had a baby. Do you know why?" Abbie's heart tightened as she heard this.

"Normally, even if I accidentally touched his hand, he would instinctively dodge away. And yet this bitch has countless nights of intimacy with him! She even talks about how to have a baby in front of me, obviously trying to disgust me." Abbie thought.

"Because Kelvin just can't do it!" "Kelvin can't do it? No, how is that possible?" Abbie's eyebrows twitched twice, and she couldn't help but start to doubt the truthfulness of Cheyenne's words. Over the years, she had doubted it before... Every tshe hinted at him, Kelvin always pretended not to understand or even show any reaction. If he hadn't married Cheyenne, Abbie would have suspected that he didn't like women. Otherwise, why were all his assistants and subordinates male? Seeing the complex emotions on Abbie's face, Cheyenne felt a sense of satisfaction. She reached out to touch her own nose and stretched lazily without caring about her image. “Miss Berry, you go for it! If you give birth to a baby, I'll give you scash as my gift." Her voice was too loud and both Omari and Kelvin heard it. With his eyebrows furrowed tightly together, the coldness in his eyes beceven more intense. The wordless anger seemed to be hissing like a dangerous snake ready to strike.

Damn Cheyenne! What nonsense was she talking about? Omari squinted his charming eyes with a mocking smile in them, "Mr. Foley, what you askedto do just now, I can tell you directly, I can't do it!" "Maybe in your eyes she's outspoken with no manners; has an aggressive personality; or even sassy but in my eyes everything about her is lovely." "She liked you for eight years while I've liked her for four whole years." "You may not care about her but you can't stopfrom loving her!" "I dare say missing out on Cheyenne will be your biggest regret in this lifetime." "But at the stI'm grateful to you, because if not for you, then maybe I'd have spent my entire life hiding in the shadows guarding over her." As he looked at Cheyenne with deep affection shining through his gaze made Kelvin feel a sense of panic inside him.

Omari wasn't just saying things lightly; His expression told Kelvin that when it cto Cheyenne he was serious! "Is it worth it?" Kelvin's icy voice rang out as a strange light flickered through his eyes. "For someone like Cheyenne, you want to give up on the Weaver family?" Upon hearing these words, Omari laughed.

"Kelvin, this is why I look down on you. You and I are different. You're a businessman who only cares about profit and always seeks worthiness in everything," she said.

"I'm not like you. I don't have your ambitions. All I want is to marry the person I love and live an happy life with her. Cheyenne is my rule for life, and I'll never question it," he replied.

As Omari spoke, Kelvin stood still without any expression on his face, but his hands were clasped tightly under his long sleeves, betraying his emotions at the moment.

What right did Omari have to say such things? His father had allowed him to leave the family and even arranged for him to study law at the best law school as he wished.

Whilst Kelvin was a mere businessman, living in a large family filled with intrigues; every step of his life had been planned by the elders from birth. Even what clothes to wear and whom to spend his life with had to follow their arrangements. He may seem like the heir of the Foley family - one that's full of power and glory - but nobody knew how much effort it took for him to get there.

Omari could give up becoming the heir of the Lara family to pursue his own dream because he had a father who loved bim unconditionally; however, Kelvin didn't have anyone like that supporting him as his family would force him even if he didn't fight for it.

He thought he despised Cheyenne, but in reality, he despised the fact that this marriage was a family m arrangement. It wasn't until today that Kelvin truly confronted his own feelings. But, it seemed like it was already too late. She had someone like Omari by her side who was just as capable as him, and perhaps even more free and suitable for her.