She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 687: Angel and DevilText © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Cheyenne's pupils contracted, staring motionlessly at the face beneath the man's mask, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth.

"Why...?"

The face before her was truly a coexistence of angel and devil. His left cheek was marked with pockmarks, crisscrossed with bulging veins that extended from the temple to the chin, resembling twisted branches spreading across half of his face, with a bluish tint, as ghastly as an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

As for the other half of his face, she didn't get a chance to see before the man promptly covered it with his hand. She faintly glimpsed a shaped nose bridge, leading down to his sexy lips, now tightly pursed into a straight line.

He hastily picked up the fallen white mask from the ground, without a moment to spare to say a word to Cheyenne, and dashed in a sorry state towards the main hall.

During his rushed departure, a small rubber band slipped from his hand.

Cheyenne stared at the tiny cherry-colored rubber band on the floor for a long time. Her almond-shaped eyes squinted as she crouched down to pick it up.

After careful examination, a wave of shock surged in her heart, as if a sudden storm had struck on a clear summer day, catching her off guard.

Wasn't this something Kate had given her?

Why would it be on this man?

Who is he, exactly?

Could he be the person from her dreams?

With these thoughts, as Cheyenne belatedly turned to look for the man's figure, he had already vanished into the crowded throng of people.

She scanned the room, only seeing a blend of vibrant dresses and men's suits in the ballroom.

The dance had begun.

It was time for her to return as well.

On the other side, Kelvin sprinted all the way to the end of the corridor on the second floor. Since there was no one there, the lights were not turned on either.

The small attic with an ancient style had wooden floors, and a faint crescent moon hung on the eaves of the roof.

His tall figure leaned against the wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a desolate and lonely appearance like a ghost in winter.

A single tear fell from beneath the mask, landing softly on the wooden floor, creating a subtle sound.

The night breeze brushed through his hair, causing two strands of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting a dazzling light under the moon.

Kelvin had never felt cowardly in any moment like he did just now. Insecurities, unwillingness, fear... these were things he had always disdained as someone born privileged and self-proclaimed strong. Never did he expect that they would eventually become the lingering shadows that he couldn't shake off.

After several minutes, he extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off the mask from his face.

He exposed his entire ugly face in the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it could cleanse the insecurities and ugliness within himself.

Unfortunately, this was merely his naive wish.

How could it be washed away?

This face was already ruined, so hideous that he would startle himself every time he looked in the mirror.

The former confident Kelvin never needed to look in the mirror. He could confidently proclaim that he, step by step, had created the myth of the Foley family based on his own abilities.

But when Cheyenne saw his face just now, the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the tangled eyebrows, undoubtedly told him-she was afraid!

She was afraid of him!

This pain was more heart-wrenching than the burning torment he endured every day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and a chill ran down his spine. Cheyenne was afraid of his face.

Her gaze towards him was strange yet calm, as if she was looking at an ordinary person.

This face simply didn't match up to her breathtaking beauty.

But he didn't want to give up. Even if she was afraid of him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to her. His gaze couldn't help but fixate on her.

What should he do?

To give up brought unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward led to insecurity and weakness.

Just as Kelvin was tormented, footsteps echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter clatter" sound.

It was the sound of wooden clogs on the stairs.

Judging by the sound, there were two people coming, one after the other.

In this secluded attic with no one around, the sound seemed especially loud.

Instantly, he regained his focus, quickly putting on his mask and directing his gaze towards the pitch-black staircase.

Fearing that he might be discovered, Kelvin quietly slipped over the side of the failing, pressing his body against the wall, and his feet esting on the water pipe, perfectly hidden. en.swhovels.net

Soon, the two individuals arrived at the spot where he was just moments ago.

His heart raced with the fear that they might continue further, sweat pouring down his forehead. But then, their footsteps stopped.

Following that was a familiar voice, a woman's voice, seductive and proud, exuding the aura of a mature woman.

"We've arrived in Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye on Cheyenne, we can't let her escape again."

The familiar name lit up Kelvin's

mind. He turned his head to try and

get a clear view of the two figures,

but all he heard was another man's voice chiming in.

"I understand. But it seems that Miller has set his sights on the map in Cheyenne's possession."

"Oh haha, isn't that good? Let that old man make his move ahead of us. We can just sit back and reap the rewards."

"You're right. Let's not make any moves for now."

"Yes, let Sophie convince that old man, to make him strike as soon as possible!"

"But I'm worried about Shane..."

"He has already developed a rift with Cheyenne. Our next step is to widen that rift further."

"I understand!"

"Alright, let's go."

As the woman's final words fell, the sound of "clatter" once again echoed through the night.

The man left.

But the woman remained.

She stood in place, stepping on the wooden clogs, and approached the railing. She was less than a meter away from the spot where Kelvin was hiding.

As long as her gaze shifted slightly to the side, or if she looked downwards towards the railing, she would surely discover his presence.

But the woman didn't notice.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the night breeze, making her bright red evening gown flutter behind her slender figure.

Kelvin had been hanging onto the wall for quite some time, his arms gradually feeling numb. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, disappearing without a trace when they reached his collar.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the woman. Just at that moment, the moon happened to be concealed by clouds.

The attic grew dim.

Everything turned pitch-black.