Became A Queen After divorce

Outside the cell, as soon as Kelvin stepped out, the guard locked the door behind him.

The desolate wilderness around was bleak and empty.

The moon overhead was incomplete, destined to never fulfill the longing for a shared moment under its light.

He had barely taken two steps when he saw a pool of dim yellow light cast on the road ahead, illuminating a slender, graceful shadow.

The hem of the woman’s dress fluttered in the cool night breeze.

Kelvin looked up at the figure, and a sense of relief washed over his heavy heart like a breath of fresh air.

“Cheyenne, why are you here?”

His deep-set eyes warmed as he immediately strode towards the woman.

Cheyenne wore only a thin silk nightgown, hastily covered by a short blazer. She had on plush slippers, and her long hair was loosely tied in a low ponytail, strands of which clung to her cheeks and shoulders from the wind.

Just a few steps away from Kelvin, she couldn’t help but throw herself into his arms, her small hands tightly wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his shoulder.

Her touch was icy cold.

Kelvin’s heart ached as he held her tighter, his lips parting to scold her gently, “Why are you here so late? How long have you been waiting? Why didn’t you wear more clothes? What if you catch a cold…”

Before he could finish, her lips pressed against his, soft and sweet.

Cheyenne had stood on tiptoe to kiss him, her moist almond eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

Under the moonlight and streetlamp, the tear mole at the corner of her eye was even more pronounced, making her look irresistibly charming.

Kelvin couldn’t bring himself to scold her anymore. His wife had driven out late at night because she missed him too much. The thought made his heart melt, sweet as honey.

“Cheyenne, are you still cold?”

“Yes,” she murmured, pulling his coat tighter around herself and pressing closer to him.

“Fool, why didn’t you wait in the car?”

“I didn’t want to.”

She didn’t know what was wrong with her tonight. For years, Kelvin had always held her as they slept. Tonight, lying alone in the big empty bed, Cheyenne thought she would be happy. After all, with him gone, the bed was hers alone to sprawl and roll around in…

But instead, she found herself unable to sleep. She kept seeing Kelvin being stabbed by Sam in her dreams, blood splattering everywhere. The hot blood seemed to land on her dress, making it terrifyingly real.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After that nightmare, she couldn’t close her eyes again. She admitted that she wasn’t just in love with Kelvin; she couldn’t live without him anymore.

So she didn’t even bother changing out of her nightgown. She grabbed her coat and car keys and drove to find him. She didn’t want to wait in the car in case something happened and she couldn’t save him in time.

Seeing her still in her nightgown with tears still wet on her cheeks, Kelvin understood everything. His Cheyenne missed him.

Kelvin’s heart swelled with love. Ignoring the guards watching from a distance, he bent down and kissed her deeply.

“Mmm~” Cheyenne’s face flushed; there were people watching!

But no matter how hard she pushed, Kelvin wouldn’t budge. So she closed her eyes and let him kiss her.

Her compliance made Kelvin love her even more. He cupped her chin and deepened the kiss.

The night wind was cold, but their hearts were warm with love.

The guards watching were stunned and envious of the romantic scene.

…

In the midst of their tender moment, a loud clang echoed through the night. A metal object fell to the ground, triggering alarms and blinding floodlights.

Kelvin was dumbfounded.

“Cheyenne, you…”

Was she planning a jailbreak?

Cheyenne sheepishly hid her face in his chest and whispered in his ear, “Do you think they’ll believe me if I say I just wanted some fruit?”

Seeing the stern faces behind them, Kelvin sighed but gently patted her head. “Probably not.”

Cheyenne looked embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to. I was just afraid Sam would hurt you.”

Sam was no longer a threat. Cheyenne had come not just because she missed him but also out of concern for his safety.

Kelvin’s heart swelled with joy. He picked her up in his arms and gently pressed his nose to her forehead, his breath warm against her skin.

“Don’t worry; I’ve got you.”

“Okay.”

The leader glanced at Kelvin and ordered coldly, “Take them away!”

After much explanation, they finally convinced the guards that they weren’t criminals. As for the knife… it was just an accident.

They gave Kelvin a hard time, making him prove his identity and his marriage to Cheyenne. Frustrated, Kelvin called Duke Austen.

Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, the guards became respectful again, even somewhat enthusiastic.

“So you’re friends with Duke Austen? We’re sorry for the misunderstanding. Here’s your knife back.”

“Hmph!”

Kelvin took the knife and prepared to leave with Cheyenne. But just as they were about to go, they heard commotion outside.

“Who goes there? No unauthorized entry!”

“Please let me see Sam! I need to see him!”

“No way! He’s a high-security prisoner; no visitors allowed. Leave now or we’ll arrest you!”

The crying voice sounded familiar. Cheyenne immediately thought of a name and let go of Kelvin’s hand to run outside.

“It’s Pearl!”

“Cheyenne, wait for me.”

Outside was indeed Pearl, visibly pregnant and looking much thinner. Her white maternity dress made her appear even more frail as she cried pitifully.

“Let her in!”