She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 611: A Slap in the Face

However, her face turned pale as she shook her head, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she bit her lip.

In extreme agony, she held her head in her hands, continuously patting it and exclaimed, "I can't remember! It hurts so much! Where did I put it... Where did I put it?"

Seeing her distress, Benson suddenly felt worthless.

With complicated emotions in his eyes, he took a step forward, grabbing Cheyenne's flailing hands, preventing her from further "self-harm."

In a clear and gentle voice, as soft as wind chimes by the seaside, he whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Cheyenne. I shouldn't have pressured you to remember. It's fine if you can't recall."

"I've already sent someone to investigate old Mr. Edwards' whereabouts. I believe we will have an answer soon, so don't worry."

Cheyenne obediently lowered her hand, nodding. "Mm-hmm."

"I'm sorry, Benson. I couldn't remember. He is my grandfather, and you had to help me search for him. Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Benson fondly bent down, playfully flicking her nose with his index finger. "Cheyenne, what are you saying? Between us... there's no need to say thank you. Old Mr. Edwards has also been kind to me; this is something I should do."

In reality, she didn't remember the past, and it was actually a relief for her.

Being able to live under the same roof, personally taking care of her, and seeing her every day was precious to him.

He was actually afraid that if Cheyenne regained her memories, she wouldn't be as calm around him anymore.

He prayed to have more time with Cheyenne.

Even if it was just one more day.

Kelvin was already dead, and she didn't need to cling to the past anymore.

Cheyenne looked thoughtfully at the familiar and elegant Benson in front of her, her hand hidden beneath her sleeve tightly gripping, causing her palm to sweat profusely.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue were ultimately swallowed down, and she casually raised her head, revealing a sweet smile to him.

"Mmm, smells good. What did we have for breakfast this morning?"

Benson quickly returned to his normal self and walked with a smile to the table, placing the seafood congee and chicken soup he had just brought in front of Cheyenne.

"I knew you were hungry. I specially made this seafood congee and chicken soup. Have a taste."

The first floor of this five-star hotel was the restaurant, and all guests staying here could enjoy the food for free. The variety was wide, and the taste was pretty good. However, Benson was still dissatisfied.

He felt that this kind of buffet-style food lacked a properly balanced nutrition, so he decided to personally take charge.

As for his cooking skills, they were naturally far superior to Cheyenne's, not to mention even comparing to the professional chefs here.

Cheyenne ate with great satisfaction. She finished the entire bowl of seafood congee and chicken soup by herself.

Benson sat in a chair beside her, propping his cheek with one hand, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Take your time, Cheyenne. No one's here to compete with you."

"Oh, by the way, do you have any plans for today?"

She still had food in her mouth, but upon hearing Benson's question, she finally dared to lift her head from the bowl.

She let out a satisfying burp.

"I don't know, maybe... I should go to Wind Hall."

That was the Edwards family's previous property. Cheyenne's grandfather was the former head of the family, but now he has gone missing, and she was forced to become the new head.

After the competition yesterday,

Yvonne tearfully followed Cheyenne as she left Yvonne was even crying as she held Cheyenne's hand, urging Cheyenne, "You must come to Wind Hall tomorrow, let everyone know of your presence."

"Where do you live? I can come pick you up..."

Unable to resist the insistent invitation, Cheyenne reluctantly agreed.

If she didn't agree, she suspected that Yvonne would drag her to Wind Hall right then and there.

Cheyenne considered herself a person of integrity. Since she had promised to go today, she would go and see.

However, she hadn't expected it to start raining as soon as she returned last night, and it hasn't stopped raining ever since.

She waited to see if Yvonne would come. If not, she could go another day.

Just as she finished speaking, the phone placed on the bedside table rang.

She picked it up and saw that the caller ID displayed "Jay". The person had arrived and was waiting for her at the hotel's entrance on the first floor.

At the same time, at the entrance of the TOP Business Hotel...

Two electric scooters, one pink and one blue, were parked among several luxury cars, standing out.

Yvonne sat on the electric scooter, wearing yellow waterproof boots on her feet and a large red raincoat over her body, with a cute pink hat.

Her gaze was fixed on the hotel entrance, waiting for Cheyenne's arrival.

Jay, sitting behind on the electric scooter, was completely covered by the raincoat. Only a curious, round face peered out from under the raincoat.

Swallowing saliva, he said enviously, "Yvonne, should we park somewhere else? Will we get scolded if we park here? This hotel is so luxurious, we don't deserve it!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Connor in another scooter trembled

as he pointed at the hotel andExclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

sighed, "Back in the day, I stayed at

this hotel with old Mr. Edwards

when we participated in an

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international competition!"

Although he was older than Layne, he called him "Grandpa" because of their seniority.

Yvonne chuckled and coldly rebuked the two, "Look at you, such lack of ambition! It's just a small five-star hotel, you know? When I worked in foreign diplomacy, I stayed in Metshire's Presidential House!"

"That place is much more luxurious than this run-down hotel!"

As soon as she sneered at the mention of the run-down hotel, two young men in handsome security uniforms, holding umbrellas, loudly shouted towards them. "Hey, you old people over there, please leave quickly and don't affect our business!"

Their tone was aggressive.

Yvonne awkwardly replied, "Okay, okay, we will leave right away. We won't affect you, sorry about that."

With a cool drift, splashing water in the process, the electric scooter moved to the other side.

On the other side, Cheyenne wore a beige down coat over her black dress.

Benson, in an exaggerated manner, made her zip it all the way up from her feet to her head. He also added a knitted hat and a pink plaid scarf.

Clumsily, she looked like an adorable little panda as she finally left.