She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 308: Pocket Change Not Worth My Time

Chapter 308: Pocket Change Not Worth My Time

Graeme paid no attention to Reece's glare and walked directly up to Kate, making a move to hold her soft, fair hands. Just as his hand was about to touch hers, she sidestepped, and her gaze never lingered on him for even a second.

Such indifference and aloofness weighed heavily on Graeme's heart. He had known Kate for almost three years, ever since her freshman year, and he had silently allowed her to follow him around like a little tail, bouncing around behind him.

Many of their classmates envied him for having such a beautiful girl chasing after him. For others, this might be a boasting point, but for a studious, aloof top student like Graeme, he felt ashamed.

Kate loved wearing plaid skirts that showcased her impossibly long and beautiful legs. Every time she came to find him, the other guys would ask him if he had "slept" with her.

Such words were undoubtedly vulgar, and Graeme, in turn, disliked Kate, feeling that she had thrust him into the midst of a scandal. He never even considered that she was an innocent victim who had been unfairly implicated.

"Kate, I'm sorry for wrongly accusing you. But my cousin, she knows she was wrong. Can you forgive her?"

He had come to her, to seek her forgiveness for Peyton, who had hurt her. So, who would sympathize with her? She had been taken advantage of by someone she didn't even know, not knowing his name, age, or whether he was ugly or overweight. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Peyton's behavior was disgustingly outrageous.

"I won't forgive her! Graeme, I have no idea where you find the audacity to ask me for forgiveness."

Speechless after being scolded, Graeme pursed his lips, his eyes fixed firmly on Kate.

Then, out of the blue, he said, "I can even forgive myself for falling for you. Why can't you forgive Peyton?"

"If you want to be with me, then you'll be her cousin-in-law. Can't you show some courtesy and tolerance?"

As he finished speaking, Cheyenne couldn't help but let out a cold chuckle. She strutted over in high heels, standing proudly next to her friend, raising her chin, gazing at Graeme with a haughty and peacock-like demeanor.

Her eyes were icy.

"Tell me, Kate, do you still like him?"

Kate shook her head and answered decisively, "I used to."

"Now, I don't."

There was no response more brutal than "used to love." Graeme's face alternated between pale and flushed, his large hand clenched discreetly.

"Kate, you need to think it over. You're an orphan, and my Mathews family is an esteemed and renowned lineage. Being with me means you won't have to do those lowly, laborious jobs in the future. You can be a lady from the Mathews family."

Tsk tsk tsk...

This statement was truly infuriating.

The journalists who were still around, hoping to interview Reece, unexpectedly stumbled upon another juicy story.

When she heard the phrase "orphan," Kate couldn't bear it any longer and raised her hand to deliver a resounding slap to Graeme's face.

Her clear, determined eyes were filled with coldness and stubbornness, as she clenched her teeth. "Graeme, who do you think you are? Do you believe every woman in the world has to love you?"

"When you're happy, give me a smile, and I'll be happy for half a day because of your smile. When you're not happy, I do the most foolish things without dignity or bottom line, just to make you smile."

She was the little princess her brother doted on, and in the Zamora family, she didn't even have to do any housework, but she learned to cook for Graeme, and her hands were covered in blisters.

She stayed up late watching videos to knit him a scarf.

When he was cold, she skipped class to wait in long lines for hot water for him.

...

All this effort, and she only received a response - "Don't bother me!"

Kate thought she was disturbing his studies, so every time, she quietly left her offerings and watched him outside the classroom window, holding her own hot water to warm his hands.

Every time at these moments, she felt that everything she did was worth it.

Seeing her pitiable and heartrending appearance, Eddie approached and, from behind, grabbed Kate's collar, pulling her into his embrace.

Sudden warmth and familiarity enveloped her, and the safety of her brother's embrace prevented her from crying.

But it was in this moment that her nose tingled, and she shed two clear tears.

Eddie gently stroked her long hair and skillfully patted her back, the motion reminiscent of comforting a child to sleep. He was a 25-year-old man without a girlfriend or children himself.

His proficiency in comforting her was because when their parents had just passed away, Kate would often wake up crying in the middle of the night. To put her to sleep, Eddie learned to comfort her the way their mother used to comfort him when he was a child. Over time, it became a habitual action.

But as time passed, he got busier, and Kate grew up, no longer needing her big brother to put her to sleep.

So what if they had no parents anymore? He was Kate's guardian, her brother, a fatherly figure.

Eddie looked at Graeme and mockingly raised a smile. "No need. The Mathews family's threshold is too high for us small fry. I have only one sister, Kate, and no matter how bad she might be, I can afford to take care of her."

Cheyenne nodded in agreement, her hand suddenly patting Graeme's shoulder, her gaze shallow. "Young man, how much money does your Mathews family have? Do tell. After all, I'm a pauper. I might not have seen much money in my entire life."

Both Omari and Reece was rendered speechless, wondering why Cheyenne touched that trash.

Somehow, the group of reporters looked sour when they heard Cheyenne say she was a pauper.

After all, just a painting created by Cheyenne could be sold for millions of dollars.

Graeme frowned, "My family's wealth is unimaginable to you. In any case, it's enough to buy the entire Akloit College."

As soon as he finished speaking, it immediately elicited a burst of laughter from the crowd.