She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 733: She Doesn't Understand Cheyenne

Yvonne was still worried that Cheyenne might wake up today, so she always appeared at the door to make sure that there was someone by her side when she woke up.

Little did she know, as soon as she reached the doorway, she heard a series of moans and groans. Even at the age of over fifty, she couldn't help but blush.

Curiosity surged within her as she raised her head to check the room number on the door. It was indeed Cheyenne's room.

But Cheyenne wasn't supposed to have woken up yet, so who could be engaging in such intimate acts in her room?

Yvonne suddenly became angry and pushed open the door. Through a small gap, she took in the entire scene in the room.

She saw Cheyenne, who should have been in a coma, awake and pressed against a man. His hands firmly grasped her waist as he closed his eyes. Cheyenne earnestly bit the man's lips, kissing him with some clumsiness.

Kelvin was delighted by her naive display, as it proved that Cheyenne only had eyes for him.

"Cheyenne, cut it out. It's time for you to get up and eat something."

"No, my lips are broken, why aren't yours broken?" she muttered softly, unwilling to give up. Mimicking his earlier kiss, she bit his lip.

Kelvin could only smile wryly. He didn't mind kissing her like this for the rest of his life, but Cheyenne had just woken up, and the child in her belly was hungry...

To quickly end this prolonged kiss, he gently rolled her onto the bed, and as the world spun around her, he tucked her under the covers.

"Smack."

A comforting kiss landed on her delicate forehead, and Kelvin gazed at her affectionately, wanting nothing more than to hold her forever. "Cheyenne, cut it out. Yvonne and that four-eyed guy are waiting to hear the good news of your awakening."

"What four-eyed guy? That's Eddie."

After this play, Cheyenne was left panting for breath.

Hearing him use derogatory terms to refer to Eddie, she couldn't help but feel a headache about his pettiness, and earnestly corrected him. Childishly, Kelvin even stuck this label to Eddie in his mind, always on guard against him trying to please Cheyenne.

"Fine, I understand, because she helped you this time."

"Kelvin, I'm actually feeling a bit hungry."

Cheyenne yawned, and snuggled into his arms like a kitten that hadn't yet been weaned.

"Mhmm."

"Then go back to sleep, I'll go downstairs and get you something to eat."

Just as he was about to tuck Cheyenne back under the covers, Cheyenne clung to his waist firmly, her gaze unwavering.

"But I don't want you to leave."

When did she become so clingy?

Kelvin almost doubted whether the person in his arms had changed. The former Cheyenne wouldn't even let him kiss her, let alone cuddle or kiss him as she was doing now.

Though he enjoyed her current demeanor, he couldn't help but feel it was too unreal, fearing that she might disappear.

"Then I'll carry you downstairs to eat, but you should freshen up first."

"Okay."

With that said, Kelvin truly lifted her up and headed towards the washroom.

Outside the door, Yvonne blushed and quietly closed the door, leaving without a sound.

She had thought that Cheyenne was a well-behaved and obedient girl, never expecting that she would be the one taking the initiative in matters of the heart. Oh well, she didn't understand the world of young people anyway.

In any case, as long as Cheyenne woke up, everything would be fine. She needed to quickly go down to the hotel kitchen and see if there was any nutritious meal she could buy. Cheyenne had been sleeping for so many days, so Cheyenne must be hungry by now.

Akloit.

Sunlight streamed in through the French windows, filling the room with warmth and brightness. She was wearing a nightgown, with her long, fluffy hair cascading down her lovely, angelic face. She looked like a pure and innocent angel.

Outside the door, a maid in a black uniform carried a wooden tray with a delicious and well-prepared breakfast. "Knock, knock, knock..."This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The knocking went on for some time, but there was no response from inside the room.

"Miss Zamora!"

"Miss Zamora, are you there? I have brought your breakfast. If you haven't woken up yet, please let me know."

The maid assumed that the person

inside the room was still asleep, as she usually didn't wake up until after 10 AM. However, Master Glenn had given instructions before his

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business trip to keep an eye on Miss Zamora and make sure she had breakfast. She could let her sleep in, but she had to make sure she ate.

As the maid hesitated whether to stay or leave a white figure suddenly appeared near the window. The woman, cleverly ripped off the curtains and tore them into strips of fabric. She tied one end to the bedpost inside the room and the other around her waist.

Wearing adorable pink fluffy bunny slippers, she stood on a dressing table and struggled to lean towards the window outside. Holding onto the

makeshift rope around her waist, she reached a height of nearly two meters from the ground when the rope ran out.

"Bang!"

The rope, tied to the bedpost, made a loud noise, startling the maid standing outside the door.

"Miss Zamora, what happened? Are you okay?"

The maid anxiously asked, quickly putting down the tray in her hand and pushing open the luxurious room door.

What she saw was a mess. The curtains had been pulled down and torn into pieces, scattered all over the floor. Her gaze searched for Kate's figure.

Finally, she noticed the trembling rope at the window and hurriedly ran over, bending down to take a look. Sure enough, it was Miss Zamora.

Oh no!

She was about to run away!

If Master Glenn came back and found Miss Zamora gone, he would definitely be furious.

"Help! Miss Zamora is trying to escape, quickly close the main gate!"

"Help! Miss Zamora is trying to run away!"

Hearing the high-pitched voices coming from above, Kate's whole body trembled, her heart racing for a moment.

She had to act quickly. If she waited for people to arrive, she might not be able to escape.

She looked down at her feet, estimating that she still had about one and a half meters to go. Kate took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and untied the fabric strip around her waist in determination. With a leap and bound, she jumped.

Thud!

Her feet were in pain, but luckily, she had successfully escaped from the golden cage that had bound her for so long.