Chapter 19: Remember Cheyenne’s Breath and Footsteps

Enot’s eyes were neither too thin nor too thick, always curved into an alluring smile. He seemed like a prince from a fairy tale—elegant and noble—until people noticed his pitch-black pupils lacked focus. He was blind.

Despite being an attractive, gentle blind man, spending one’s life with him would undoubtedly be challenging for any woman.

Feeling unfriendly stares, Benson nervously tightened his grip on Cheyenne’s hand. She sensed his sweaty palm and understood his nervousness.

“Benson, don’t be nervous,” Cheyenne said, leaning closer on tiptoe. “You’re the most handsome man here.”

Reaching out with her small, delicate hand, Cheyenne clumsily but slowly helped him fix his crooked tie. Less than twenty centimeters separated them, and her cool fingertips occasionally brushed his skin through his white shirt. She also smelled faintly of fruit, a scent that was refreshing and happy-making.

Cheyenne wasn’t skilled at tying ties. Even after three years of marriage to Kelvin, she’d never helped him. She’d secretly practiced countless times, but he’d never given her the chance.

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After some clumsy maneuvering, the beautiful tie was perfectly knotted. This method was suitable for thin, single-color fabrics and looked fashionable paired with a crisp white shirt today.

“Tension? This is my first time helping someone tie his tie. Do you feel honored?” Cheyenne asked playfully.

Her words, laced with pride, softened Benson’s handsome face into an affectionate smile. He lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, “Yes, I do. I can clearly feel your movements are unfamiliar.”

Under the bright white light, Benson’s chiseled yet soft profile was captivating. His flawless skin, a result of rarely going outside, made many women feel inferior.

“Ahem. I promise you anything I do will be top-notch,” she said jokingly.

Her slender fingers tugged at his tie, smoothed his shirt, and adjusted his jacket. Satisfied, she looked up. “Not bad. You look handsome.”

Benson smiled. Cheyenne’s approval made him happy.

“Let’s go inside,” Cheyenne said, nodding and taking his arm as they entered the music hall.

The circular room was grand, seating two to three thousand. The walls were coated with a material that ensured optimal audio-visual experience.

Dressed in their finest attire, the audience began to trickle in. Benson and Cheyenne admired them as they walked. He was tall and lean, with sharp, elegant features that exuded warmth and charm. Cheyenne, beside him in a white knee-length dress, revealed a glimpse of fair legs and petite feet. One longed to hold those delicate feet.

“Benson, we’re here,” Cheyenne said, leading him to their seats when someone tapped her shoulder. Her strapless dress slipped, revealing more than intended of her shoulders.

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Before her stood a woman in her early twenties, wearing a long blue floral dress, with golden wavy curls cascading down her back. Tall and striking, she had sharp features and well-defined eyebrows.

“I was just thinking that person’s back looked familiar. It really is you, Cheyenne,” said Danielle Parry, the daughter of the Parry family and Cheyenne’s high school classmate.

Back then, Cheyenne, though academically uninclined and often in trouble, was the most popular girl. Many boys were smitten, including Cameron Russell, whom Danielle had secretly admired for years. Cheyenne’s lack of reciprocation caused tension between them. Danielle often badmouthed Cheyenne to teachers and helped spread rumors.

After graduation, they went their separate ways—Cheyenne married Kelvin, Danielle pursued higher education overseas—and contact dwindled.

Seeing Danielle, Cheyenne simply nodded. Danielle stared at Benson and Cheyenne, momentarily entranced by Benson’s good looks and warm demeanor. She couldn’t understand why so many excellent men were drawn to Cheyenne.

“I heard you dropped out of school to get married? Is this your husband?” Danielle asked incredulously. “He doesn’t look anything like what I imagined! Isn’t he supposed to be some big-shot CEO or something?”

Her exaggerated tone drew attention. Benson couldn’t see it, but his heart felt clear. He instantly labeled her “a bad woman.”

“I am not Cheyenne’s husband,” he admitted openly.

Feeling the contemptuous gazes, Cheyenne acted unfazed, crossing her arms and lifting her chin. The mole at the corner of her eye added to her charm. She chuckled softly. “You also said you heard it.” “He’s not her husband, but they hold hands intimately. What is their relationship?”

Danielle looked at Benson and realized something. “I’m sorry, my bad memory. You just got divorced a few days ago, if my memory serves me right.”

The revelation that Cheyenne was divorced caused many women to sneer and laugh. Cheyenne’s smile didn’t falter, but her eyes were cold. “Bad memory? That’s probably just a sign of old age. I suggest you eat more walnuts to improve your brain function and avoid embarrassing yourself in public.”

‘Cheyenne got divorced!’ Benson’s heart trembled; anger and paleness washed over his handsome face. No wonder Cheyenne had suddenly sought him out. Before, she’d visited once a month. How could her ex-husband treat her like that? He was taking his blessings for granted.

Danielle, believing she’d hit Cheyenne’s sore spot, felt satisfaction.

“I have heard that when you got married, you demanded 100 million from your husband, but when you divorced, you left with nothing.”

Cheyenne’s financially advantageous marriage to the Foley family had made her a celebrity throughout Akloit.

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