She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 331: Sore Hand Kelvin made his stance clear, silently using his fork to pick up a piece of braised pork and placing it on Cheyenne's plate. This sudden move made her look at him as if she had seen a ghost. Her sparkling eyes widened, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of coldness in the corners of her eyes.

"Eat. Don't you like this?" he said.

He remembered correctly. Cheyenne loved braised pork. Whenever it was served, most of it would end up in her mouth. She didn't behave like other high-born ladies, delicately sipping soup and maintaining appearances. Trying to lose weight and control her figure.

He used to think that Cheyenne, who loved fatty meat, was unique. Seeing her happily devouring her food, he found it embarrassing. It seemed like she had never had a good meal at the Foley mansion, making people say that Kelvin, despite his wealth, let his wife starve.

This was also why he didn't like bringing Cheyenne to banquets. She would just sit in a corner and eat.

He realized how wrong he was at the banquet welcoming Emily. Cheyenne did have the ability to stand out; she just kept a low profile and didn't want to attract attention.

Lost in thought, he saw Cheyenne's fork bypassing his braised pork and instead picking up a piece of green vegetable. She savored it with relish, answering him casually, “That's all in the past.” With those words, the light in the man's deep-set eyes dimmed. He didn't offer her more dishes and casually lowered his head to eat.

The scene of Kelvin trying to please Cheyenne but getting rejected played out on the dining table, leaving everyone with different thoughts.

At the entrance, a woman stood there in astonishment for a while. Her gaze turned cold, and she bit her rosy lip, remaining silent for a long time.

Emelia, scolded by her family, was already in a very bad mood. Unexpectedly, she turned her head and saw the tall figure standing at the entrance. Instantly, a plan formed in her mind.

With a graceful smile, she stood up to welcher. "Abbie, why are you here? Have you eaten? Would you like to join us for a simple meal?" Abbie, holding two gift bags, wore a white dress embroidered with heavy patterns. She walked gracefully in a pair of white high-heeled shoes.

Her flowing chestnut hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her slender waist, and her elegant and gentle temperament. Her plain face now bore a heavy makeup, somewhat inconsistent with her simple dress.

It seemed that Abbie was still trying to maintain her image of the "pure goddess," but with her appearance, she was far from a goddess. So, she had to intensify her makeup to uphold the "pure" image. Little did she know that if the outfit and makeup didn't match, the forced effect would only make her look unpleasant.

Cheyenne, on the other hand, was both cool and sexy. Her black outfit, combined with the earth-toned eyeshadow, highlighted her eyes. The tomato-colored lipstick had a matte finish, not too dazzling. Abbie arrived at the right time, just in tto see Kelvin "pleasing" Cheyenne by offering her food, and the latter's disdainful reaction.

She stared at the scene in disbelief! Kelvin hated Cheyenne the most, so why would he use his own fork to pick food for her? He was a neat freak; he wouldn't even eat something picked by others, let alone proactively picking food for her. Why Cheyenne? Facing Emelia's generous invitation, Abbie wasn't a fool. She knew that Emelia intended to use her to deal with Cheyenne. However, the Foley family didn't welcher presence, so she had to go along with Emelia's words to stay.

With a gentle smile, Abbie shook her head lightly, "Not yet." "That's great! Abbie, you haven't visited for so long. I missed you so much. And my big brothe never brings you home," Emelia complained, shifting the blto Kelvin.

Abbie subconsciously looked toward the cold and ruthless figure at the dining table, feeling a sourness in her heart. Ever since she replaced her uncle as a shareholder, Kelvin had becmuch colder toward her. After leaving her in the seaside apartment, he only visited once and hadn't seen her since.

In the company, she worked in the HR department, while he was in the president's office at the top floor. They even used separate elevators. Even when she went to his office, she would be stopped by his high assistant. This went on for almost half a month, slowly wearing away Abbie's patience. All for a child she had never seen before. Kelvin, how could he be so heartless? Her appearance immediately darkened old Mr. Foley's face. Cheyenne had finally come, and now there was another person to spoil the atmosphere. Before he could say anything, Emelia had already pulled Abbie to sit down.

Emelia cunningly arranged Abbie on Kelvin's right side and Cheyenne on his left. There was an illusion of being flanked on both sides.

Vincent, with an elegant face, showed a hint of amusement. He laughed lightly, "Miss Berry, long tno see. You look even more beautiful." "Thank you."

Abbie smiled shyly, looking at Kelvin with a shy glance. Unfortunately, he showed no response, disappointing her greatly Even Master Davon noticed her change. Kelvin was an attentive person; he couldn't have missed it. The only possibility-he didn't care. Suppressing the stifling pain, Abbie squeezed out a faint smile on her face. She leaned forward and looked at Cheyenne, saying, "Miss Lawrence, long tno see."

Cheyenne had finished eating, wiping her red lips with a white towel. A hint residue remained. She of rosy lipstick rece Poolly, "Not that long.

Didn't I smash your car last time? Miss Berry is truly forgetful." "Smash a car? What car?"

Old Mr. Foley was utterly confused, looking at Cheyenne with concern, assessing her carefully, and asking, "The car's exterior is metal. Cheyenne, are you okay?" Others were rendered speechless. Kelvin's lips twitched slightly. His grandfather was so obviously biased toward her.

Feeling old Mr. Foley's concern, Cheyenne's face showed a faint smile. With sweet dimples, she reassured him, "Grandpa, I'm fine. Just a little sore in the hand." X