She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 192: Sam Is Not Interested In Women

Chapter 192: Sam Is Not Interested in Women

Cheyenne felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed the coldness emanating from the man in front of her. It reminded her of all those nights when he had been like a ravenous beast, clawing at her relentlessly.

She withdrew her hand and pouted, "Fine, wear whatever you want. Just don't touch me. You said I made you sick earlier, but now your touch makes me feel sick."

The thought of his dirty hands touching her after sleeping with that other woman made Cheyenne feel disgusted.

A hint of pain flashed across Kelvin's handsome face as he remembered saying those words to Cheyenne before their divorce. Looking back now, he realized how harsh he had been.

The atmosphere was tense and icy.

To break the tension between them, Sam turned to Cheyenne and said, "Miss Lawrence, let's continue playing. That last shot didn't count; you can start over."

Cheyenne nodded and continued playing until she scored another point. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Okay, it's my turn," Sam said as he picked up his cue stick to play again. But before he could make a move, Kelvin snatched the cue stick from him with a cold expression on his face and declared firmly, "I'm joining in too."

"But... I thought you didn't like these things? You always say they're a waste of time," Sam protested.

"I'll figure it out," Kelvin replied nonchalantly as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tanned muscular arms that were well-defined with smooth lines - something that Cheyenne knew only too well about him: slim-looking when clothed but meatier when unclothed.

"It may be considered a waste of time but this simple game is easy enough for anyone to learn," he boasted.

Cheyenne, unimpressed by his words, retorted, "Don't brag, mister. Watching is one thing; doing it is another."

The man paid no attention to her remarks, confidently bending down, revealing his striking profile: a high-bridged nose, pursed lips, and a resolute, cold jawline. His tall, lean figure was accentuated by the crisp white shirt, attracting the gazes of women around him who shot adoring looks his way.

Cheyenne felt a hint of irritation. This man was like a beacon for attracting admirers wherever he went. In her annoyance, Kelvin made a spectacular shot, performing precisely the same technique she had demonstrated earlier. Cheyenne raised an eyebrow.

She was confident that before this moment, he had never touched a pool cue. But he was, after all, the heir of the Foley family, naturally intelligent and quick to learn, mastering it with just one look. However, Cheyenne wasn't one to easily concede.

The three of them played billiards for over an hour. In the end, Kelvin, the novice won the game with ten balls while Cheyenne got nine and Sam lost with eight.

According to their rules, third place pays most of the money.

Sam took out a check for eight million on the spot.

Kelvin won ten million while Cheyenne lost one million. She immediately wrote a check for that amount.

The check was handed to him.

He looked at it without moving and said coldly, "I don't want it."

She needed money... He knew it.

Cheyenne rolled her eyes at him and said, "Then forget about it."

As she spoke, she picked up her suit jacket from her body and threw it in front of Kelvin's face, saying, "Here you go! It stinks like hell!"

With his breath turning cold as he stepped forward grabbing Cheyenne by surprise; his eyebrows furrowed in confusion mixed with invisible concern as he asked, "Where are you going?"

Cheyenne found this amusing; raising a hand to stroke her chin as she replied indifferently, "What does this have anything to do with you, Mr. Foley? Where I go doesn't seem related to you or your sweetheart Miss Berry either."

Hearing Abbie being mentioned again made Kelvin feel like something inside him clenched painfully; he realized that Cheyenne didn't understand anything at all about himself.

He himself couldn't quite understand why he felt this sudden urge toward Cheyenne. Maybe it was because she had been so insistent about her affection for him, only to now turn around and engage with another man. He felt a sense of unwillingness and jealousy creeping into his heart.

'You're just not willing yet, Kelvin... this isn't love!'

He slowly released his grip on her hand and resumed his previous aloof demeanor. "Don't bring her up in every conversation, like a hedgehog," he remarked.

"Fine! Your Miss Berry is very nice and gentle but I'm not... so don't mess around with me." With these words, she forcefully shook off the man's hand and turned away, leaving without a hint of nostalgia.

Kelvin stood there, exuding an icy aura, while Sam watched the tense atmosphere between the two. However, this time, he sided with Cheyenne. "Miss Lawrence... let me take you home."

Cheyenne turned around and saw him, giving him a sweet smile that stabbed Kelvin's eyes.

She could smile so openly with any man, except when she was facing him. It was like her whole body was on edge.

Clearly... she wasn't always like this.

"Well then, thank you, Master Sam. I don't have a car anyway."

Sam walked over, picking up his suit jacket from the table. He said to Kelvin, "Kelvin, sorry about our plans today. Let's call it quits here. I'll take Miss Lawrence home first."

The two figures grew further away as they left.

Suddenly the man by the pool table raised his fist and punched the table hard enough to create small cracks in its surface.

Damn Cheyenne!

Why did she have to smile at Master Sam like that when there were so many other men around her? Did she have feelings for Sam? She really was a fickle woman...

Sam's car was a white Maybach that looked low-key but had all sorts of luxurious features inside - proof of his wealth.

"This car is nice," Cheyenne said as she sat in the passenger seat with envy in her eyes. Her pink sports car had just broken down and all she had on hand were not enough to buy a new one.

Without a car, going anywhere would be inconvenient indeed!

Looks like she needed to work hard and earn more money soon.

Sam gave a faint smile. "As long as Miss Lawrence likes it. Speaking of which, you're actually the first person who has ever ridden in my car."

"The first?" Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, "The first woman, huh? Kelvin said you're not interested in women." Maybe he's interested in men... she thought to herself.

As if reading her thoughts, Sam explained with a hint of helplessness, "It's not what you think. I'm not interested in men either." He hasn't let anyway ride in his car because he's a neat freak.

Cheyenne, feeling a bit embarrassed, touched her nose and added in a hushed tone, "I understand. You prefer the kind of man dressed like a woman."

Being born into a scholarly family, and with a famous landscape painter as a grandfather, this young woman, spoke so provocatively, which stunned Sam a lot.

"Miss Lawrence, you really speak at will without bothering to pretend being ladylike," Sam remarked.

"It's too tiring."

She only wanted to be herself after all...