She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 586: It's Been Four Years

Cheyenne felt well taken care of during the meal as Benson constantly helped her with the dishes. Before long, her plate was piled high with food.

Even though she was pregnant, it was impossible for her to finish the portion meant for two people. However, Benson seemed to be enjoying feeding her and kept offering her different dishes. "Cheyenne, try this. The foie gras is famous, rich but not greasy."

With his fork, he placed a small piece of foie gras on her plate. Her cheeks were puffed up as she chewed, her words muffled as she refused his attempt to feed her again. "Benson, that's enough. I can't eat anymore."

Benson awkwardly withdrew his hand, apologizing, "Sorry, Cheyenne. It's been a long time since we sat face to face like this and ate together. When I saw you, I felt like you were too thin and needed to eat more."

And besides, she looked incredibly cute when she ate so seriously!

Cheyenne couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was someone who couldn't gain weight no matter how much she ate.

Sensing the atmosphere becoming somewhat silent, Cheyenne took the initiative to change the subject and mentioned Kyson, whom she had seen at the hospital earlier. Putting down her knife and fork and wiping her hands with the white triangular napkin on the table, she performed the table manners as if they were engraved in her mind. It felt completely natural.

"Benson, do I know someone named Mr. Owen?"

Benson lightly tapped his chin, stopping his own meal as his gaze met Cheyenne's clear eyes, causing his heart to stir involuntarily.

As he lowered his gaze, the bitterness at the corner of his lips became even more apparent.

He didn't want to deceive her, but he had no choice but to do so.

Cheyenne, forgive me.

Everything I've done was just to be with you.

"Cheyenne, something unexpected happened to you while you were in Akloit, which caused you to be in a coma for over a month."

"In order to help you recover, I brought you to Akloit. But for some reason, when you woke up, you had forgotten many things from the past four years."

Four years!

Cheyenne's pupils dilated, and she silently marveled in her heart. So, it had already been four years?

She clearly remembered being only eighteen years old, about to take the college entrance examination... She and Kate and Reece used to skip class together and get into fights. But now, she woke up not as an eighteen-year-old, but as a twenty-two-year-old.

Benson had returned to her side.

Reece had become a well-known superstar.

And Kate had become an actress... But it seemed like she had nothing and achieved nothing.

"What... what happened?" she asked.

Benson couldn't help but make a pained expression. He reached out and held Cheyenne's wrist, silently comforting her.

"Cheyenne, your house was invaded by thieves. Those people set fire to your mansion in an attempt to rob you."

"When I found you, you were unconscious in the fire, but fortunately... I arrived in time."

His expression of fear didn't seem like a lie.

Cheyenne believed that Benson wouldn't deceive her. So, her mansion caught fire?

No wonder she saw a chaotic sea of red flames every time she fell into a deep sleep. That deep, loud voice echoed in her mind like a spell. Cheyenne... Stay alive!

Was that Benson?

Seeing her silent for a while, Benson forced a calm smile while his hands, hidden under the table, tightly clenched with a slight tremor in his palms.

After several minutes passed, he heard Cheyenne speak again, asking him, "And what about my grandfather?"

"Old Mr. Edwards went on a trip before the mansion caught fire. I'm not sure where he went."

"As for Mr. Owen, you know him too. You promised him to attend a medical summit. The invitation is placed next to your pillow. Cheyenne, you'll know when you go back and have a look." "The medical competition?"

Upon hearing him mention the invitation, Cheyenne remembered. There was indeed a white card by her pillow, and she hadn't had a chance to open it yet.

"Cheyenne, are you going to participate in that medical competition?" Benson casually asked, reaching out to catch the orange juice that the waiter had warmed up and habitually handed it to her. To be honest, he didn't want Cheyenne to go.

If possible, he really wanted to take Cheyenne away from Onistead, away from all the troubles, and find a quiet coastal town.

Facing the sea, with flowers blooming in spring.

During their free time, she could paint, and he could play the piano. If she got bored, he could take her and their child to the beach to enjoy the breeze and watch the sunrise...

Beautiful days seemed to beckon him. During his three years of blindness, he had imagined many possible futures.

But no matter which one it was, Cheyenne was always a part of it.

Cheyenne bent one finger and tapped the table slowly. Her clean and delicate pink nails were neatly trimmed, attracting attention without any additional decoration. This was her way of expressing deep thought.

In the past... she wouldn't have been like this. Since when did she start behaving like this?

While Benson pondered this question, he heard Cheyenne's firm and clear voice ringing in his ears. "I'll go!"

Physicians couldn't treat themselves.

Perhaps she could find someone who could help her with her amnesia problem.

The feeling of memory loss was extremely unpleasant. There was always an indescribable uneasiness lingering around her. She was a highly intuitive person and detested this state of not knowing anything.

This wasn't her!

She expected Benson to dissuade her from going, but he agreed willingly instead.

"I believe that you will win the championship, Cheyenne. Good luck! After I finish my music composition exam, I can come to watch your competition," he said. Benson's music composition exam happened to be on the same day as hers.

Akloit Film and Television City.

The snow-covered ancient costume filming base truly had a dreamlike feeling of returning to ancient times The red walls and green tiles stood out against the white snow, while plastic flowers made into wax plums emitted a faint fragrance under the camera's lens.

Amidst this beautiful snowy scenery, on a raised platform, a slender figure dressed in red was gracefully dancing.

The woman wore a red ancient costume, with chestnut long hair flowing down her back. It was gathered up in a bun on top of her head, adorned with a golden tassel hairpin.

With every leap and twirl, the small

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snowflake's fluttered down from mid-ain intertwining with her chestnut long hair and the red hem

of her dress.

The combination of intense black, white, and red created a perfect visual feast.

The staff present couldn't help but be captivated by this beautiful dance, completely forgetting that they were on a filming set.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The director was deeply moved, especially by Kate, who was a newcomer. In this moment, he believed she was the character from the script.

The music stopped after a while, and the person on stage sat in a split, closing their eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep...

"Great, cut!"