Became A Queen After divorce

Iker didn’t keep her and nodded, “Alright, then I’ll have the butler send you off.”

“No need, I drove here myself,” Cheyenne replied.

As she took a step forward, a servant stopped her with an outstretched hand. Just then, another maid hurriedly walked down from the second floor carrying a handbag.

She stopped in front of Cheyenne and respectfully handed over the bag. “Miss Lawrence… your clothes are washed.”

Her clothes! Kelvin sensed the meaning behind those words and his lips pressed as the air around him dropped suddenly.

“Oh… thank you,” Cheyenne said without much thought as she picked up the bag and prepared to leave.

Davon still had some things he wanted to say to Iker so he turned back after seeing Kelvin off at the gate.

There was still some distance between Iker’s Estate and the garage. Kelvin’s tall figure led in front while the petite woman followed closely behind him in silence.

Cheyenne wanted to ask if he really had to get the Rejuvenated Herb.

Meanwhile, Kelvin wanted to know if she and Iker had slept together earlier.

They walked in silence until they reached the garage. Cheyenne immediately spotted her pink luxury car sandwiched between other vehicles. Cars were parked on both sides, and there was a car behind hers. Only the narrow aisle in the middle was passable.

She made her way to the driver’s seat and started up the engine with a light rev of gas. She steered while driving out slowly, but it had been three years since she last drove, so her skills were mediocre at best.

Backing up proved difficult for her, like moving an ant at a snail’s pace. Kelvin watched as she struggled with clumsy maneuvers and remembered how “earth-shattering” it was when she learned how to drive.

He helped her get her license by teaching parallel parking and backing into garages step-by-step. Why did he have such leisurely thoughts about teaching Cheyenne how to drive back then? Probably because he saw that she almost crashed during her first drive…

So he felt empathy for her.

Cheyenne felt even more nervous when she realized that Kelvin was watching her every move. She backed up too hard on the gas pedal causing her car to crash straight back!

The car behind was Kelvin’s black Lamborghini.

As they were about to collide, there was less than half a meter between the two cars.

Luckily, Cheyenne abruptly jerked the steering wheel, causing the car’s wheels to swivel, skimming the ground at a sharp angle and heading straight for the pillar of the garage.

With such a short distance and so much force, if they were to collide, it’d be a surprise if her car didn’t explode.

“Damn it, hit the brakes quickly!”

Kelvin’s cold and fierce roar sounded, waking her up from the panic.

Visible to the naked eye, the rubber tires created a glaring spark as they grated against the ground.

Amidst the high temperature, the air still carried the lingering stench of burnt rubber.

Looking down, there was a deep black mark that looked like a brand…

Cheyenne sat in the driver’s seat with lingering fear, her pupils dilated as she stared blankly ahead, her mind a complete blank.

In her mind, Kelvin’s furious shout resonated.

The man strode over in long strides, forcefully opened the car door, and grabbed her collar, pulling her out of the car with a strong grip.

His action was rough. His face was etched with icy fury, like the cold blue flames of hell, almost as if they were about to consume her soul.

The big hand pressed down on her shoulder and pushed her against the wall beside her.

“Ouch! Kelvin, you bastard.”

She was shoved against the wall, feeling the rough, cold texture behind her. Several layers of fabric couldn’t cushion the impact as she collided with the wall, causing a sharp pain that felt excruciating.

In those bright almond eyes, there was a mist of moisture, and she looked at him with accusing eyes. It was the first time Kelvin had seen such a pitiful appearance of hers.

Even when they divorced, she didn’t show a hint of sadness.

She and Abbie are completely different people. Cheyenne is like a shameless little fox, always showing her cunning and optimistic side.

Abbie, on the other hand, is like a flower that needs care. Her fragility cannot withstand wind and rain.

At least until the secret of the fountain pen was discovered, he thought so.

Cheyenne’s tears made a strange feeling begin to grow in his heart.

It turns out she also cries and sheds tears.

“You have the nerve to cry? If I hadn’t warned you just now, you’d be a puddle of flesh by now!” he angrily said.

The big hand placed on her shoulder exerted great force, causing Cheyenne to inhale sharply in pain.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Not wanting him to discover her vulnerable side, she could only grit her teeth and endure the presence of this despicable man before her.

Pouting her red lips, she retorted defiantly, “That’s my business and it’s none of your concern!”

“Cheyenne, you’ve got some nerve talking to me like that!”

“I always have, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have almost crashed.”

She broke free from the man’s grasp and pulled down her collar in front of him, revealing a large portion of her smooth and fair shoulder.

A mischievous strand of hair hung loosely on her fair-skinned shoulder, silently captivating Kelvin.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne turned to look at the three finger marks left on her shoulder. The bruise was shocking to see.

Kelvin naturally noticed the finger marks on her skin as well. His pupils contracted slightly as he felt guilty about leaving such a mark on her delicate skin.

Her skin was too tender, always prone to leaving marks, just like it used to be.

But he had never cared before.

“Do you also dress so revealing in front of Iker?”

Despite knowing that he was deliberately trying to provoke her with his words, Cheyenne still got angry.

In his eyes, she was just an unfaithful woman who enjoyed being degraded!

With a smile on her face, she proudly raised up her perfect chin and looked at him with clear eyes.

“What does it matter to you? So what if I am? Kelvin, who are you to me?”

She retorted upon him, leaving him unable to argue back.

‘What am I to her? Ex-husband?’

Veins bulged on the man’s broad forehead, and he clenched his teeth, suppressing the urge to strangle her.

“Give me.”

“What?” Cheyenne asked, confused.

The latter snatched the car key from her hand and sat down in the luxury car.

The engine started again, and Kelvin held the steering wheel with one hand, making cool and skilled movements.

Easily, the car was turned in a different direction and drove forward for a short distance. The direction was adjusted properly.

Afterwards, he opened the car door and walked over.

Carrying the light on his back, that tall and thin figure had a somewhat indistinct face.

Those dark eyes stared at her intently.

Cheyenne clenched her fist.