She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) Novel - Chapter 575

Chapter 575: I Was the Unlucky One Inside the box, along with various women's clothing, there were also two sets of men's suits. The wall was covered with a multitude of photos, and the scenes within fascinated Cheyenne, with at least a dozen different individuals featured. Among them were some familiar faces-Jane and Nora were among them. Although Cheyenne was not an inexperienced young girl, she and Kelvin were quite traditional when they slept together...

She discreetly glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eye, only to find Kelvin deeply engrossed in examining a particular photo. Curiosity piqued, Cheyenne approached and took a look, puckering her red lips as she let out an exclamation, "Tsk tsk, this is quite daring, isn't it? Bondage? It seems rather intriguing..." Before she could finish her sentence, Kelvin lowered his head and looked at her, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. His husky voice resounded in her ear.

"Does Cheyenne like this?" It seemed that he was too gentle. Cheyenne choked for a moment, as she was merely appreciating it, not necessarily liking it... To conceal her embarrassment, she deliberately adopted a sarcastic tone and whispered, "Isn't this what you like? You're examining it so seriously, as if you'd stick your eyes onto it!" She admitted that the girl in the photo did indeed have an attractive figure, with a slim waist and long legs-qualities that men typically appreciated.

Clearly, her tone revealed jealousy. Kelvin pulled her toward the photo, his tone tinged with helplessness. "Cheyenne, don't be so quick to jump to jealousy. Take a closer look at the woman in this picture. Don't you feel that something is amiss?" Although he secretly hoped that Cheyenne would get jealous for once, he knew it was an impossible task. Upon hearing his words, this time, she finally calmed down and carefully observed the photo on the wall. The woman pinned down beneath Teagan...

did give her a sense of familiarity. Wait! Cheyenne's small hand landed on the raised curve of her own neck, her finger pointing at the prominent protrusion, as she said in a hushed voice, "Adam's apple... an Adam's apple." Finally, she stared intensely at Kelvin's Adam's apple. Under her direct and innocent gaze, the man's Adam's apple rolled silently twice, and a stream of heat quickly surged through his body, spreading rapidly through his limbs.