She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 581: Run, Kelvin, Run

Benson always smiled gracefully, a fleeting glimmer of light passing through his empty, expressionless eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

"Cheyenne, it's time to make a wish," he reminded her.

"I'll go turn off the lights!" Reece enthusiastically walked towards the entrance of the hall and pressed the switch.

"Ready! I'm going to turn off the lights, hahaha!"

"Snap."

As soon as his words fell, the bright hall suddenly dimmed, engulfed in pitch darkness.

Cheyenne suddenly felt hands being held on both sides, the left one feeling a large and gentle hand. At that moment of skin contact, her heart also skipped a beat.

The hand on the right, however, lightly held hers, feeling icy cold, as if she were holding a snowflake. It was Benson!This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cheyenne struggled, wanting to shake off that scorching, burning temperature, but to her surprise, the man dominantly and forcefully embraced her completely.

His other large hand gripped her chin, lips pressed against hers, a long tongue invading to taste the sweetness within her mouth.

"Mmm..."

The hand holding her right hand tightened, seemingly sweating slightly.

This feeling of being held by someone else and kissed by Kelvin was too stimulating. Cheyenne fiercely bit his lip, tasting the salty, bloody flavor between their lips and teeth, causing him to release his grip.

In the darkness of the night, Cheyenne's angry gaze met a pair of smiling deep-set eyes, infuriating her enough to suddenly stomp on his foot.

The pain from the sole of his foot made a trace of anguish appear on Kelvin's handsome face, but even so, he didn't regret his actions just now. Although the consequences of this stolen intimacy were a bit severe.

Although his eyes were blind, Benson's heart wasn't blind. The faint sound that reached his ears painted a corresponding scene in his mind. Kelvin really was an annoying presence.

The little incident that happened in the dark night went unnoticed by the fourth person. As Kate lit the candle, the dim yellow light banished the darkness, and he became much more composed. "Okay, Cheyenne, make a wish quickly!"

The dancing candlelight reflected in Cheyenne's eyes like a little elf, causing a momentary blankness in her mind.

Make a wish?

She had never done such a foolish thing before.

Because since she could remember, the deities had never taken care of her, and her life motto was to rely on herself for everything.

However, when she saw those pairs of hopeful eyes looking at her, somehow, she suddenly wanted to believe in the deities for once.

She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

From Kelvin's perspective, he could see the faint imprints on her cherry-like lips. Feeling good, he curled his lips and silently prayed along with her in his heart.

I hope Cheyenne forgives me soon.

Suddenly, he was curious about what she had wished for so earnestly just now.

The answer was unknown.

Cheyenne had finished making her wish, and clarity returned to her eyes. She leaned down and blew out all the candles in one breath.

Once again, they were enveloped in brief darkness.

In the hall, a strange and faint red light appeared quietly at that moment. As the crystal chandelier illuminated the room, it overshadowed the hint of red light.

"Alright, Cheyenne, you blew out all

the candles in one breath. Your wishes will definitely come true, haha. Let's cut the cake. I had it

specially customized from your net

favorite bakery, so it must be

delicious," Kate couldn't resist licking her lips, staring fixedly at the cake, urging Cheyenne to cut it quickly.

"Okay, you little glutton. Aren't you a female celebrity? Aren't you afraid of gaining weight from eating cream?" Cheyenne teased.

Speaking of which, Kate adopted a carefree attitude, saying, "I'm just a C-list celebrity. It doesn't matter even if I care!"

Cheyenne looked around the table but couldn't find the knife and plates.

Reece was about to shoot a short video and noticed their confusion, so he quickly asked what happened.

"The knife is missing," Cheyenne said.

Kate patted the back of her head, as she clearly remembered putting it together.

How could it be missing?

At that moment, Benson casually reminded them, "Could it have been left in the car? Should we go and look?" "Maybe. I'll go," Reece volunteered.

Reece, who had volunteered to go, was stopped by Benson. "Aren't you going to record the video? It wouldn't be appropriate to let Miss Zamora go. How about... we bother Mr. Foley for this task?" His words made Cheyenne somewhat reluctant. She didn't want to trouble Kelvin, especially with something like this. "I'll go," she insisted.

However, as soon as she took a step forward, Kelvin grabbed her wrist, his narrow and gentle deep-set eyes looking back at her with unexpected tenderness. "You're the birthday girl, stay put."

Kelvin, such a proud man, was

willing to personally go and fetch a

cake-cutting knife for her. Watching his departing figure, a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in

Cheyenne's heart. For some reason, she felt like tonight was passing by ina daze.

Nevertheless, Kelvin had already walked far away. She watched as he reached the luxury car in the garden, opened the trunk, and found a

plastic bag illuminated by the.ne

from his phone. Inside were small plates and a plastic cutting knife.

"Found it!" Kelvin picked up the items and was about to tell them when his smiling face suddenly turned grave.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip...

"What's that sound?" Gordon furrowed his brow, his exceptional hearing quickly focusing on the plastic bag in Kelvin's hands.

He shouted, "Mr. Foley, throw it away!"

It was too late. Benson commented in his mind.

Kelvin had never felt as nervous as he did in that moment. He tightly grasped the plastic bag in his hand, his gaze fixed on Cheyenne, who was standing at the entrance staring back at him. Cheyenne was looking at him. How wonderful.

"Kelvin, run!"

Cheyenne shouted with all her might, but the night wind fragmented her voice, yet it still reached Kelvin's ears.

"Cheyenne, live on!"

He suddenly smiled a charming and mischievous smile towards her.

For a moment, Cheyenne seemed to see the young Kelvin from her youth. He stood under the sunlight, dressed in a pristine school uniform, smiling faintly at her.

Kelvin's body dashed like a swift leopard towards the main entrance, still clutching the plastic bag, his clothes fluttering in the night wind.

Rustling sounds echoed.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted in the night sky. Flames surged, creating a mushroom cloud of black fire. The sound was so deafening that all the windows in the villa shattered. Benson immediately covered Cheyenne's head, tightly embracing her in his arms.