She Became Rich After Divorce novel Chapter 544

Chapter 544: Exchanging a Coat for Ice Cream

Cheyenne stood alone in the crowd, her desolate look catching Kelvin's eyes, stirring mixed emotions in his heart.

Does she really care that much about Omari?

Kelvin stepped forward, taking an absolute stance as he stood next to her and unexpectedly reached out to hold Cheyenne's shoulder.

In a deep, magnetic voice that resonated above her head, he said, "Cheyenne, let's go. Mr. Lara may have already left."

Cheyenne remained silent, seemingly oblivious to his words, and motionless.

Suddenly, a gust of southern wind blew in from outside, carrying with it a fluttering piece of paper that seemed to come out of nowhere.

It captured her attention.

The wind stopped.

The piece of paper landed beside Cheyenne's shoe, and as she looked down, she noticed her name written under the passenger section. Could this be the plane ticket Omari purchased for her?

A tinge of guilt emerged in her heart; she should at least call and explain to Omari. He had waited for her here for two hours and finally tore up the ticket and left alone.

Would he hate her?

Cheyenne squinted her almond-shaped eyes, biting her red lip, unsure whether she should continue waiting here or leave, when a surprised voice suddenly came from behind.

"Cheyenne!" She turned in astonishment.

He stood in the backlight, the dazzling lights in the lobby and the sunlight outside overlapping, casting a glaring, silvery light on the man.

For a moment, his face was unclear.

What came into view was a slender and tall figure, wearing a wrinkled white shirt and his hair in disarray, like a puppy with ruffled fur.

But it was his charming, bright eyes, shining like stars, that couldn't be hidden even in such strong light.

It was undeniably Omari.

He held an ice cream in his hand and walked step by step toward Cheyenne, revealing a silly smile that showcased his large, white teeth.

How did such a well-bred lawyer end up looking like a character from a comedy movie?

Cheyenne sniffled and suddenly laughed, softly asking him, "Why didn't you answer my call?"

"Dead battery."

"Where are your glasses?"

"Accidentally dropped and stepped on by someone."

"What about your coat?"

"Traded for ice cream."

He had exchanged a high-priced suit jacket for a cheap ice cream.

He sure knows how to do business!

Cheyenne didn't know what to make of it, looking at his pitifully disheveled appearance, she couldn't bring herself to scold him for being silly.

The next moment, he reached out his large hand and handed the hard-earned ice cream to Cheyenne.

Like a pure-hearted young man of seventeen or eighteen, with a blush on his pale face, he hung his head down, and his long, thick lashes cast a dark curve under his eyelids.

"For you."

With a complex expression, Cheyenne looked at the ice cream he handed to her, licked her dry lips, hesitated for a second, then took it.

She took a big bite, feeling the cool sweetness of the ice cream between her teeth and lips, and she smiled with her eyes squinting.

Her almond eyes suddenly resembled a curved autumn moon.

Omari watched her eat and felt sweeter than if he had eaten it himself.

Cheyenne, who was prepared to say something, suddenly didn't know how to start. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but when she wanted to speak, it turned into a brief farewell.

"Mr. Lara, take care."

Omari nodded and turned around, confidently getting into a taxi and leaving.

No one knew that at the moment he closed the car door, he buried his head in his knees in pain.

Tears silently rolled down from his eyes and moistened his white shirt in front.

The color on that small wet spot was slightly darker than its surroundings.

Only ten minutes.

He only missed it by ten minutes.

Watching the taxi growing further and further away, Cheyenne felt a wave of uneasiness in her heart.

There was a sense of impending doom, as if a storm was about to come.

Her delicate face was tense, and she hadn't spoken for a while, her expression serious.

Her gaze tightly followed the direction Omari left in, until the car gradually disappeared into a small black dot in her line of sight.

Only then did Cheyenne regain her senses, let out a sigh, and said coldly, "Let's go too."

Kelvin followed obediently behind her. Because of Mr. Lara's departure, a rare smile appeared on his usually somber and dark face.

His tightly pursed lips formed a straight line as he chuckled inwardly. 'Good, Omari is gone. Omari, you better never return to Akloit again.'

Cheyenne sat in the car on her way home, staring out of the window as the city's scenery unfolded before her eyes.

She missed her grandfather.