She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 684: The Person Who Can Accompany Her Isn't Me

Outside, the weather was bitterly cold, but inside the venue, various scents of perfume mixed with the fragrance of flowers, alcohol, and food. It was an overwhelming aroma.

This was Jostrana's top-tier hotel, not only exuding a Western sense of luxury and grandeur in its decoration but also incorporating some elements of the local culture.

The refracted light from the crystal chandeliers fell upon the paintings on the walls, showcasing the well-endowed figure of a maidservant.

In the midst of a melodious and captivating music, geishas dressed in robes and adorned with heavy makeup were gracefully performing geisha dances in the center of the hall.

Their figures were graceful, their eyes seductive, and the opening and closing of their fans created a mysterious beauty reminiscent of concealing a lute behind a partially veiled face, captivating the onlookers' attention.

"Great!"

"One more!"

Applause echoed throughout the hall, and some people even took off their own gemstone rings or wrote checks on the spot, throwing them at the geisha girls in the middle of the stage.

It was a way to reward their dance performances.

"Splash..."

A silver light suddenly flashed from the crowd and passed through Cheyenne's clear and translucent eyes.

Until that object dropped into the fountain in the center of the hall, the light reflected off it, creating a green, dripping radiance.

The clear water shimmered with exquisite glimmers, and Cheyenne also saw what that object was.

It was a ring!

Made of gold and adorned with jade, the green gemstone in the center reflected a clear water-like glow under the lights, resembling a green lotus blooming at the bottom of the water. It was an emerald!

And judging by its size and quality, it was undoubtedly priceless!

From the material to the craftsmanship, this ring would cost at least a million.

Who would be so generous to give such a gift?

When Cheyenne looked towards the crowd, she saw the middle-aged man sitting at the center.

He was dressed in a Jostrana attire of navy blue. His collar and sleeves were adorned with golden embroidered patterns, symbolizing wealth and auspiciousness.

With a tall and slender figure, he had a sword approximately fifty centimeters long fastened at his waist.

Wearing white socks and black wooden clogs, he knelt on the ground with his legs crossed. His gaze was undeniably aggressive, and as Cheyenne scrutinized him, his alertness caught her attention as well. His face, weathered by time, was filled with deep wrinkles. Despite this, one could still vaguely see the handsome appearance he had in his youth from his charming eyes. However, there was now an added sense of sternness about him, sending chills down one's spine.

As Cheyenne looked into his eyes, she suddenly became somewhat distracted. At the same time, the man picked up the glass in front of him, raised it towards her from a distance, and gave a faint smile. He then tilted his head back and downed the drink in one go.

Cheyenne furrowed her brows instantly, pretending as if she hadn't seen anything, and withdrew her gaze. Little did she know that while she was observing the man, not far away, someone else was watching her with deep and melancholic eyes.

He sat in the most inconspicuous spot in the hall, completely concealed in Jostrana attire. His white mask covered his face; other than the perfect and slender chin that was exposed, only his fervent jet-black eyes were visible.

He sat upright and when others tried to communicate with him, he acted as if he didn't hear them. The glass in his hand was emptied and refilled repeatedly.

In no time, half of the sake was gone.

Witnessing this, the "beauty" beside him couldn't help but console him. With a swift motion, she snatched the sake jug from him, leaned in close to the masked man, and whispered softly into his ear. "Sir, please calm down. Miss Lawrence is still... a patient."

Calm down?

Upon hearing these words,This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

underneath the mask, the man's lips

curved into a cold arc. His large

hand clenched into a fist beneath the table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, revealing his extremely disturbed state of mind at that moment.

How could he stay calm?

The woman he considered more important than his own life was standing right in front of him. He had given everything to protect her, and what he got in return was seeing her with another man. If he had known earlier, he might as well have died in the fire, sparing himself from witnessing her being so intimate with someone else.

The glass suddenly smashed on the table, and the man, who had been controlling his anger to the utmost, could no longer hold back the fury in his heart. He stood up from the ground with a cold expression.

His towering figure completely engulfed the "beauty" in his shadow.

Chris lifted her head and unexpectedly met a pair of bloodshot eyes, revealing a huge inner turmoil that shocked him to the core.

"Mr... Mr. Foley, please calm down! We've endured for so long, what does a few more days matter?"

"I know." His hoarse voice rang out with a bitter smile.

After hesitating for seconds, he finally chose to sit back in his own seat. However, the gleam in his narrow, deep-set eyes dimmed slightly. Unknown to herself, Cheyenne had just felt a scrutinizing gaze. She raised her eyebrows and looked around, but the scrutinizing look had disappeared. After entering the venue, it was too hot, and she couldn't help but take off her black coat, revealing the black dress underneath.

The halter style exposed her fair neck and slender arms, with graceful curves. However, when everyone's gaze fell on her abdomen, they were all stunned. This seemingly seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl... was she actually pregnant?

What a pity.

Upon realizing this fact, many men who wanted to approach her chose to give up.

Except for Eddie.

"Cheyenne, aren't you cold with just a dress on? How about I give you my coat? You can't afford to catch a cold now."

Eddie was undoubtedly considerate and attentive, but Cheyenne politely declined his offer and nodded at him with a smile.

"No, thanks, Eddie. I'm not cold."

"That's good. Just be careful when you walk."

While speaking, Eddie reached out to support her arm with one hand and placed the other hand in front of Cheyenne's pregnant belly, afraid she might be bumped in the crowded room.

Leah stood behind the two of them, silently muttering as she watched Eddie's caring and attentive manner towards Cheyenne.

If one didn't know any better, they might think he was the father of this child.

Cheyenne is pregnant!

In an inconspicuous corner, the wine jug on the table suddenly spilled.

The alcohol fell on the man's robes, yet he seemed completely oblivious, his gaze fixed on that delicate figure with a despondent expression.

'She looks so beautiful when she's pregnant. It's a shame that I'm not the one by her side.'