She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 423: Finally a Raise Amidst Kelvin's series of aggressive moves, Chris finally realized that the CEO was undeniably feeling jealous. He chuckled inwardly and greeted Cheyenne briefly before following Kelvin as he turned and left. "Miss Lawrence, we shall take our leave now," Chris said.

On the way back, the man sitting silently in the back seat of the car, the atmosphere inside turned icy and silent, as if they had prematurely entered the depths of winter. Chris, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, cautiously glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, who emanated a chilling aura. He spoke with a comforting tone, trying to provide ssolace: "Sometimes, those involved in a situation can't see clearly, while onlookers have a clearer view. When Miss Lawrence heardmention that you gave Miss Berry this dog, she clearly showed signs of anger. It means that Miss Lawrence still cares about you, Mr. Foley." In an instant, it was as if a refreshing stream flowed through Kelvin's body, reviving his once barren soul, and breathing new life into it like a withered tree in spring.

A faint twinkle of radiance appeared in his previously dark eyes, a fleeting shine that even slightly lifted the corners of his eyes, with joy evident on his face.

It was an expression that couldn't be concealed.

This was the first tChris had seen Mr. Foley reveal such a delighted expression. He couldn't help but think, 'The power of love truly is immense, even Mr. Foley, who has always been virtuous, reserved, and cold, has becuncertain in matters of the heart.' Kelvin questioned in a pleading tone, "Is what you said true? Does Cheyenne still care about me?" This kind of probing question actually indicated that he wanted a definite answer.

Chris, well aware of this tactic, nodded earnestly and continued in a serious tone, "If Miss Lawrence didn't care about you, she wouldn't have gotten angry over this dog belonging to Miss Berry." "And when you were shot last time, it was Miss Lawrence who performed the surgery on you, and she took care of you all night long," he said.

"When you had a high fever in the middle of the night, it was Miss Lawrence who used a towel to cool you down, going up and down the stairs. I could see that she was tired, but she didn't utter a single complaint." "Even during meals, she almost choked herself because she ate hastily. I offered to take care of you, but Miss Lawrence was worried about any sudden incidents and stayed by your side all night despite her own weakness." "In reality, there's a saying that holds true: hate is the obverse of love. The more one hates, the more one loves." Kelvin murmured softly the last words Chris said, gazing suddenly at the gloomy sky outside the window. Dark clouds rolled and tumbled, with moisture-laden air, unusually sultry.

It seemed that rain was imminent.

He suddenly gave an order, "Go to the Central Cemetery." Chris was momentarily taken aback, slowing down the car and reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Foley, according to the company schedule, there's a meeting at 2:30 in the afternoon." "Cancel it," he said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

This was unlike his usual style. The previous Kelvin would persistently stay at his work post even if his stomach condition caused him to sweat profusely in pain. He was someone who prioritized his career above all else and would never let anything interfere with his work.

"Understood," Chris replied. He reluctantly turned the car around and changed direction mid-route.

A few minutes later, torrential rain arrived as expected. In summer, the rain comes forcefully and violently, turning the world into a vast expanse of gray. The sound of rain, noisy yet rhythmic, filled the air like a resounding symphony.

It wasn't a weekend, and the weather was hardly ideal. Not many people would choose to visit the cemetery at this time. The old caretaker, an elderly man, leisurely prepared a cup of tea, moved his reclining chair under the eaves, and was ready to blissfully enjoy the leisure.

Little did he expect to see a black luxury car driving through the entrance gate. Oh my, are those golden figures on the car real gold? The car cto a stop, and two figures dressed in black stepped out. Both were tall, sturdy, and handsyoung men with resolute and noble faces. The one in front was especially striking, with a well-defined and handsface, and cold white skin that contrasted against his crimson lips.

He stood in the rain, holding a black umbrella, making the already oppressively gloomy surroundings even more desolate. As far as the eye could see, there were rows upon rows of black tombstones, standing silently and exuding a chilling aura.

Kelvin's eyes turned red as he looked at the gold letters on the tombstone that read "Grave of Danny Lawrence, beloved son." The nof the person who erected the tombstone was Cheyenne. This was their child. As the biological father, his nwas missing from the tombstone.

It wasn't Kelvin's first tvisiting his child's grave, but each the saw this black tombstone, he couldn't help but feel a wave of pain in his heart.

He would always wonder what their child would be like if he hadn't died.

They would be three years old by now. If it was a boy, he would • probably have a face resembling Kelvin's following him around like a little tail, calling him "father" and Cheyenne "mom." If it was a girl, she would be as beautiful as Cheyenne. Chris couldn't bear to see his boss in such agony and despair. He quickly took out an umbrella from the car and stood behind Kelvin, opening it.

"Mr. Foley, the past is in the past. You should start a new life with Miss Lawrence," Chris said.

Kelvin's voice was filled with sadness. "How can I make her forgive me? And this child... I have failed him. Even if he were alive, he might have abandonedas an incompetent father." Chris didn't dare to respond because he had never experienced such emotions before. "Perhaps if you have another child, Miss Lawrence may forgive you," he casually remarked.

Kelvin's eyes brightened, suddenly realizing something. "Yes! A child." The biggest obstacle between him ve and Cheyenne wasn't Abbie, but this child! It was the miscarriage that made her give up on him completely.

But if the child cback....

He and Cheyenne would have one more bond, giving him a reason to stay by her side. Kelvin's face, usually so handsand composed, broke into a rare smile. "Well said, a raise this month to award you." Chris looked puzzled and glanced at Mr. Foley. What did he say? Well, a raise was always a good thing. He had been working for Mr. Foley for over a decade, and today was the first the received a raise. In order to have the chance for more raises in the future, Chris decided to buy a few more dating guides after work. After all, he couldn't remain clueless forever.