She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 216: I Am Your Future Wife

Chapter 216: I Am Your Future Wife

Emelia was so scared that she stood frozen in place for a long time without coming back to her senses. The old man she had just insulted was actually so powerful.

She had just said that he didn't deserve it...

"It's my fault for not disciplining my granddaughter properly, Mr. Owen, don't be angry. Kelvin, this is your Mr. Jonathan Owen. He's also your lifesaver. When your mother gave birth to you and had difficulty delivering, it was Mr. Owen who saved you."

Old Mr. Foley smiled and pushed Kelvin in front of Jonathan.

"Hello, Mr. Owen."

Kelvin greeted him indifferently, which made Jonathan even more annoyed as he looked up and down at Kelvin. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Finally, he sneered.

"If I knew you were the man my junior would marry, I wouldn't have saved you no matter what back then. Go stand aside."

Jonathan's attitude clearly meant that he didn't want to communicate with Kelvin much.

'Who is his junior? When did I ever offend Mr. Owen?' Kelvin felt puzzled.

Old Mr. Foley blushed and coughed, "You're obviously jealous."

"Of course, my junior is the most outstanding woman in the world. She married into your Foley family but suffered so much injustice. If it weren't for you taking a bullet for me years ago, I wouldn't even want stepping into your mansion!"

At this point, everyone could guess who Jonathan referred to. His junior was Cheyenne.

Vincent and Emelia looked at each other with surprise and disbelief written all over their eyes while Kelvin remained calm on his face but his heart had already been stirred up by huge surprise.

There was a hint of joy and sadness flowing through his deep-set eyes.

No wonder Jonathan repeatedly refused to offer Abbie medical treatment. It turned out he had been venting out for Cheyenne's sake.

However, Kelvin still wanted Jonathan to make an exception once and see Abbie's illness.

"Mr. Owen, how is my grandfather doing?"

As soon as Jonathan heard Kelvin's voice, he felt angry. He didn't even want to look at Kelvin directly, his tone wasn't good either.

"He won't die, but this disease has troubled him for decades. It's too difficult to cure it. We can only relieve its symptoms. Old Mr. Edwards said five years ago that your grandfather didn't have much time left and he needed proper care. Seems your grandfather has been suffering from insomnia and worrying too much lately."

Five years ago...

Kelvin's mind drifted back to his college days, the day he graduated, two strangers was at his home.

As soon as he walked in the door, he saw the unfamiliar and fair-skinned young girl. She had curly hair dyed yellow and wore a baggy school uniform with a short skirt that barely covered her knees. Her hands were in her pockets, feet propped up on slippers against the door frame, with cheeks puffed out as she sucked on a lollipop.

Kelvin was both surprised and disgusted by her unkempt appearance but couldn't deny that she was beautiful.

When the breeze blew past her, it lifted up her bangs and skirt to reveal an exquisite forehead followed by those indifferent yet lazy eyes, bright like stars. The indifference seemed to suggest nothing mattered while looking at him but also showed pure excitement.

Her short skirt revealed long fair legs with white frilly panties peeking out from underneath. 'Beautiful legs.' Kelvin thought to himself.

"Are you Kelvin? Old Mr. Foley's grandson?"

Kelvin ignored her question and walked into his room holding onto his graduation certificate tightly.

However, before he knew it, she had somehow appeared in front of him again standing on tiptoes with pretty eyebrows raised smiling sweetly at him revealing dimples like summer ice cream melting away any coldness inside of him.

The object in Kelvin's hand disappeared within seconds into hers as she opened it up, admiringly exclaiming, "Not bad! Graduating from Woudbridge University's best program for postgraduates is no small feat! No wonder you are my dream man, handsome and smart."

Kelvin's ears reddened abruptly when she said, "my dream man." He, who often used indifference to mask his emotions, didn't hesitate to give her a cold glare.

"Shameless!"

She just cheekily moved closer to him, tilting her face upward and smiling at him with an enchanting charm, much like a seductive little enchantress.

Her oversized school uniform was left unbuttoned, revealing a white camisole underneath. He didn't need to lower his gaze to see the delicate straps on her fair shoulders, which were on the verge of slipping down her arms.

Her collarbone was exquisite, and her neck was gracefully long. From his perspective, the contours appeared delicate yet alluring, and she cast a coquettish glance at him, her voice as soft as a songbird.

"Don't be shy... Why are you shy? We'll be on the same household registration sooner or later."

"Who are you?"

"Your future wife!"

"I'm not interested in an undergrown girl!"

She immediately slumped, spat out the lollipop, and licked her rosy lips with her pink tongue.

Although it was an unintentional action, it was like a seduction scene to those who saw it.

The girl looked down at her chest, bit her lip, and raised her head again with a determined yet slightly shy look.

"In two years, wait for me. By then I won't be an undergrown girl anymore. We can get married and have babies."

Kelvin had been pursued by many women before.

From kindergarten to college, he didn't know how many women wanted to hook up with him. There were even more beautiful and bolder ones than Cheyenne.

But listening to her talk made Kelvin feel embarrassed. He pushed her away in anger and the loose school uniform slipped off along with the shoulder strap.

Her innocent yet lustful expression made his sensual lust rise up inside him.

"Don't be like this. It's only two years. Wait for me; I'm not stopping you from looking," she said innocently.

"Where did you come from anyway? You have no manners!"

Perhaps the argument outside was too loud and disturbed the two of them inside.

Old Mr. Foley looked over at them and scolded Kelvin.

"Why are you being mean to Cheyenne? From today onwards, she is our honored guest."

He only noticed that his grandpa's back and hands were full of silver needles when he came closer; his face looked pale as if he was sick.

And beside his grandpa stood an elderly man who had a serious expression on his face, "Don't move; your body has accumulated too much fatigue over time which has damaged your liver greatly, so this acupuncture is crucial right now, otherwise something could go wrong."

"All right, all right."

Kelvin couldn't remember what happened afterwards. He asked his grandpa about it later on, but old Mr. Foley told him that he just received some simple treatment through acupuncture therapy.

The expressions of the grandfather and granddaughter seemed extremely serious while leaving home where old. Mr. Edwards even wrote down a prescription for Kelvin.

Meanwhile, the thick-skinned girl jumped in front of him, pulled out a lollipop from her school uniform pocket, and handed it into his palm.

"I'm leaving. Don't miss me too much. Take good care of your grandpa. He told me he would give me a big gift when we got married."

"Get lost!"

As for that lollipop, it was thrown into the fountain by Kelvin without any trace left behind.

It turned out that his grandfather fell ill since then .