She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin)

Chapter 149: I Just Have Severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

Chapter 149: I Just Have Severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

It was not surprising that Cheyenne would make such a "ridiculous" move, as she had a wound onher foot and sitting like this was more comfortable.

And lying in bed for so long without moving is really uncomfortable.

These days she had been eating some so-called "nutritious meals", which were mostly clear soupsand tasteless. Her mouth was almost getting used to the blandness.

The moment she laid eyes on the pig trotters in soy sauce, her mouth watered uncontrollably.

The lady behind the counter, noticing the bandage on her forehead and her frail appearance,couldn't help but let out a sigh. "Girl, you look really delicate and pretty, but you're just too skinny."

This was not the first time Cheyenne had been complimented on her appearance, but she believedthat this simple and sincere praise must come from the heart, causing her face to blush slightly.

"Um, thank you for your praise, Auntie."

The lady smiled warmly and said as she used an iron ladle to scoop a pig trotter onto Cheyenne'splate, "Honestly, if you were just a little plumper, you'd be a knockout! Enjoy this braised pig trotterin soy sauce; it's my special recipe. I guarantee you'll want a second one!"

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne couldn't contain her joy and extended her two soft, fair hands eagerly.novelbin

With the two small dimples at the corners of her lips, she looked even more sweet and charming.

"Then I'll buy two."

The lady smiled and scooped another pig trotter onto Cheyenne's plate.

As Cheyenne happily carried the tray and prepared to leave, she heard the lady behind her exclaimin admiration. "She's really cute, like that celebrity on TV? What's its name again?"

"Yeah, Mr. Bean. It's Mr. Bean! She looks as lively and spirited as Mr. Bean"

Cheyenne almost stepped into the air and fell down. Her smile gradually froze on her face, thedimples disappeared, and she bared her teeth, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

'Lady, you may have some misunderstandings about being cute! How are Mr. Bean and I alike? Weare sooo different!'

She was so angry at this thought that she started gnawing on those two big pig trotters to vent herfrustration.

"Pfft."

A muffled sound came from behind, catching Cheyenne's attention. She turned around to look.

The man, who appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was dressed in a well-fitted blue suit with a white shirt underneath. He had a handsome face and an elegant demeanor,and was looking at her with a pair of smiling eyes.

Why does this man look familiar?

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed lightly, and she still had a mouthful of pig trotter, causing hercheeks to puff out as she ate, resembling a little squirrel.

With food in her mouth, she glared at the man menacingly, "Are you laughing at me?"

"I'm not laughing. I just thought you are very cute, Miss Lawrence!"

How did he know her last name was Lawrence?

Cheyenne hurriedly swallowed the meat in her mouth, but in her haste, she bit her tongue, and thepain made her slam her hand on the table.

"Bang!"

The loud noise frightened the people around, and the man raised his eyebrow and took a step back.

"Um..."

She picked up the glass in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one go, feeling somerelief for her tongue.

"I'm alive again, finally."

"Ha-ha."

Having seen all kinds of beautiful women around him, some dignified and clingy, others gentle andconsiderate, but none of them can make Sam Hurst feel so interesting.

Cheyenne squinted her eyes and looked cautiously at the man in front of her, "Do you know me?"

"Yes."

"Why don't I know you? It doesn't make sense, you're so good-looking..."

Good-looking?

Shouldn't it be blisteringly handsome?

Sam smiled, and a shimmering light flowed from his upturned eyes, just like the description of amale fox in a book, captivating people's hearts and souls.

Fortunately, Cheyenne was used to seeing all kinds of handsome men, so after being stunned atfirst sight, she had no further reaction.

"Miss Lawrence, it's normal that you don't know me. I am from Dodon and this is my first time inAkloit," he patiently explained.

"That's even stranger. I've never been to Dodon, and this is your first time in Akloit. How could youknow me?"

Sam carefully observed Cheyenne's features, noticing how she discreetly extended her tongue tolick the sauce residue from the corner of her mouth and then tried to wipe the greasy hands on thetablecloth. His eyes darkened with intrigue.

This girl who lacked any "etiquette and manners" didn't seem as bad as described by his friend.

Cheyenne lifted her foot to take a step forward, but her knee was numb from holding the one-leggedpose for too long just now.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, her body lost control and she fell forward. "Help... help me!"

At a critical moment, Sam instinctively took a step back towards the side.

"Bang."

He tightly closed his eyes, and his body stiffened for a moment as he heard a muffled thud and thewoman's scream.

Looking down, he saw a small hand gripping his pants leg tightly, and the grease from her hand hadsmeared onto his clothes.

Sam's face changed dramatically, and he explained in a gentle tone, "Miss Lawrence, I'm sorry... Ididn't mean to, could you please let go?"

Cheyenne fell to the ground, unable to get up, not because she was pretending, but because shewas actually injured.

Her foot injury hadn't healed yet and now she had hurt her waist again.

"You jerk have no gentlemanly manners!"

"I..."

"You watched me fall without doing anything!"

"Miss Lawrence, I didn't watch."

"Huh? You dare to defend yourself?"

"I closed my eyes just now."

"..."

More and more people gathered around them. Cheyenne's face turned red with embarrassment;she wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.

Back in the day, she used to be a school bully who would pick on all the little hooligans around theschool. And now today someone else bullied her!

"Hurry up and help me up."

Sam belatedly nodded his head. Just as Cheyenne reached out a hand to grab his shoulder,

"Wait a minute."

His slender hand pulled out a blue handkerchief from his suit pocket and clenched it tightly, leavingabout ten centimeters of length before handing it over to Cheyenne.

"Miss Lawrence, please hold onto this handkerchief."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes at him angrily while laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. "Am I somekind of monster or something?" Why did he have such an old-fashioned belief that men and womencouldn't touch each other? It's already modern times!

Sam's smile was gentle as he looked at her with pure eyes while dragging out his voice, "MissLawrence, you misunderstood. I just have severe OCD."

"I'm sorry for avoiding you earlier due to my physiological reaction which caused your injury," hesaid apologetically as he bowed deeply towards Cheyenne like an elementary student facing theirteacher.

In fact, Sam had another problem - fear of women! He was afraid of everything dirty including beingtouched by women. When Cheyenne grabbed onto him by the hem of his pants earlier, Sam feltdisgusted inside, almost kicking her away if not for holding back. After all, Cheyenne was hisfriend's ex-wife.