She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 478: At Odds

At noon, the temperature outside reached its peak, and the temperature inside the cave kept rising.

With her sweat-drenched fair hands tightly gripping onto a deep red blanket, her disheveled chestnut long hair swayed along with her body like seaweed in water.

Her hair exuded a faint and elegant fragrance.

A pair of rough hands with distinct joints gently passed through her hair, lightly cradling the back of her head, securing it.

This action forced Cheyenne to lift her head and meet his gaze. The man's rugged face had darkened several shades from the intense UV rays, and glistening sweat cascaded down his sharp and angular chin from his forehead.

From his eyebrows to his nose and down to his chin, there was a masculine and seductive charm.

A drop of sweat landed on Cheyenne's fair and beautiful back, followed by a scorching kiss on her shoulder.

Uncomfortably, she moved her shoulder, taking the opportunity to secretly touch her waist with her hand. With a soft and gentle voice, she whispered in Kelvin's ears, "Hmmm... Kelvin, that's enough, you can stop."

She was so tired!

She had no strength left in her body, yet Kelvin kept pinching her waist without letting go. His large hands held her legs like iron cables, refusing to let go.

He whispered in her ear, his breath spraying onto her tender neck, rendering her collarbone and chest with a rosy hue.

His voice was bewitching, like a devilish Satan seducing a little girl, both wicked and gentle.

"Cheyenne, are you sure? Your face is still so red. Don't be shy; I'm more than willing to serve you."

"Mmm... You... jerk!"

"Shhh... Cheyenne's blood may be cold, but her lips are so sweet."

Kelvin was driving Cheyenne crazy. She couldn't even finish a complete sentence before he interrupted her.

Damn it!

Was he really serving her?

Clearly, he was fulfilling his own selfish desires. It had been almost four hours since this all began in the morning.

And all of this started because she accidentally ate some wild fruits that a tiger had brought.

Screw it, tomorrow she would go up the mountain and hunt the tiger.

How dare that little beast plot against her!

Her plan for today was just to sun-dry half a pound of salt, but because of this unexpected turn of events, she blacked out before she knew it.

This sudden change frightened Kelvin, and he quickly stopped all his actions, extending his damp and large hand to embrace her, testing her breath. Thankfully, she was still breathing.

She was just exhausted.

When she woke up again, the sky outside the cave had turned pitch black, and the sound of waves outside reached her ears.

A dim yellow light filled her vision, and the scent of grilled fish permeated her senses. The tall and sturdy man sat beside the fire, still shirtless, grilling fish.

With his back facing her, his broad back seemed like a powerful mountain range. In the faint glow of the fire, those few vivid red scratch marks stood out, making Cheyenne blush. Fragmented intimate images kept flashing in her mind; it seemed like she made those marks.

Not far from Kelvin's side, the tiger they encountered during the day imitated humans and sat cross-legged, holding a bunch of fish wrapped in green banana leaves.

Its round eyes exuded a sense of confusion, as it didn't know how to eat the grilled fish.

"Cheyenne you're awake," Kelvin

said, glancing at her casually before

shifting his gaze away. He then attentively tore open the banana leaf for the big tiger and blew on the slightly steaming fish meat.

Rubbing the fluffy and round head of the tiger, he instructed with a smile, "Now you can eat it, Bub, go ahead and eat."

She couldn't deny that she felt a hint of envy and jealousy. She had known Kelvin for so many years, and he had never served her food, let alone blow on it so gently to avoid her getting burned.

She walked over and sat next to Kelvin, grudgingly scoffing at the sight of this man and tiger, saying sarcastically, "I can't believe Mr. Foley has this kind of charmols this the only female around here?"

As if sensing her hostility, the tiger tilted its head, making a fierce gesture with its menacing open jaws.

Showing its teeth and growling, it seemed to be saying, "You ugly creature, stay away from him!"

For a moment, Cheyenne was stunned, her mind blank, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

Pointing a finger at the white tiger sitting across from her, she stammered, "Kelvin, can this beast understand what we're saying?"

How could an animal be so human-like?

Cheyenne and Kelvin had confirmed that there were no other people on this island, so the tiger should be encountering humans for the first time. Could its mimicry abilities be that strong?

The next moment, Cheyenne confirmed her speculation.

Unconsciously, she picked up a

branch that served as a makeshift

fork and deliberately showed it off in er fair

front of the tiger, turning her

delicate chin with faint red marks still on it.

"Look, I can use a fork. Can your paws handle it?"

The white tiger was successfully provoked, snatching the branch from Cheyenne's hand anxiously, trying to grip it tightly. But it wasn't a hand; it was a claw.

Struggling to use the fork was not only difficult but also resulted in frequent failures. Feeling the tiger's body tremble slightly, it bared its teeth and let out an angry low growl.

Helplessly, it patted Kelvin's hand with its tail, looking at him with its wet and bright round eyes, as if seeking help.

Cheyenne was left speechless.

The scene of the human and tiger engaging in a battle of wits and bravery was heartwarming and amusing.

Kelvin hadn't experienced such a relaxed atmosphere in a long time.

Comfortingly, he stroked the tiger's small ear and said, "You see how smart it is? Let's bring Bub along when we leave another day."

Eating the fish, Cheyenne couldn't help but remark coolly, "Choose either it or me."

Kelvin was momentarily stunned, then seemingly thought of something and helplessly laughed, reaching out to forcefully pull her onto his lap.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

There was a hint of excitement in his eyes as he suddenly exclaimed, "Are you jealous of a tigress?"

Cheyenne, in the middle of eating her fish, nearly bit her own tongue. Anger surged once again, causing her to stop eating the fish. "Go to hell, Kelvin. Why would I be jealous of a beast?" Unlike her reaction, Kelvin burst into laughter, exuding a sense of triumph.