She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 646: A Wedding Held in Forest

Cheyenne didn't notice his subtle change and continued searching for the first aid kit on her own. Finally, she found it in a bedside cabinet. "Found it!" she exclaimed.

As she turned back to the table, she happened to see Benson carefully examining the map in his hand, with a deep expression on his face.

"Benson."

Upon hearing her calling his name, Benson put down the map and looked up, feeling guilty as he spoke softly, "I'm sorry for looking at your things without your permission."

"It's okay. Benson, give me your hand, and I'll take care of your wound."

"Okay."

Cheyenne pulled over a rectangular small stool and sat across from him. She took hold of Benson's hand and couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in her heart as she looked at the densely packed wounds on his palm.

First, she cleaned the dirt and blood stains from the wounds with alcohol, examining them under the light. Indeed, many rose thorns had deeply embedded themselves into his dermis.

She could only use a pair of tweezers to carefully extract each thorn before applying antiseptic solution.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

During the process of removing the thorns, the tweezers inevitably exerted pressure on the injured muscles. As the saying goes, when one finger hurts, the whole body feels it. Even the composed and steady Benson couldn't help but inhale sharply, his face contorted in pain.

But when he heard Cheyenne's gentle concern, he felt that it was all worth it.

"It doesn't hurt. Thank you, Cheyenne. I wanted to ask, how did you get this map? Did you find it at the Presidential Library?"

Just then, Cheyenne's voice reached his ears, calmly recounting her experiences at the Presidential Library earlier that day. She briefly mentioned the incident where she mistook the Loremaster for a golden statue and almost got bitten.

Benson was surprised and immediately snapped out of his daze. "You mean the Loremaster almost attacked you?"

"Yes, Benson, do you know the Loremaster too?" Cheyenne's expression turned slightly confused and adorable.

It seemed that she was the only one who didn't know...

Benson smiled gently, his voice as clear and tender as ever. "Hmm, I had the privilege of seeing Loremaster once. It was the only time the Loremaster appeared in public."

But that had been over twenty years ago.

He vaguely remembered it was when he was five years old. His father had taken him to the Presidential Palace to attend the inauguration ceremony of Abel.

According to Chulae's tradition, before each president takes office, they need the Loremaster's approval and receive his blessings during the inauguration ceremony. Only then can they truly gain the support of the people.

The impression left on him was the majestic golden python, over three meters long, shimmering with gold all over its body.

His father excitedly pointed at the antlers of the Loremaster and said, "Do you see those antlers? It's no ordinary snake; it's a semi-divine serpent. If I could obtain its blood, I would surely create my best masterpiece."

Unfortunately, his father's wish was never fulfilled.

After that, his father fell ill with a strange condition. He suffered from constant nightmares at night and debilitating headaches during the day.

Doctors couldn't find any explanation for his symptoms.

Benson never mentioned the "best masterpiece" again. He had never known the details.

Normally, apart from the transition ceremony when a new leader takes office, one would only see the Loremaster during its "hibernation" state. The Loremaster, who had lived for over two hundred years, had a gentle temperament and never initiated attacks on humans.

Why would it suddenly target Cheyenne?

"Thank goodness you're safe this time, Cheyenne. If anything had happened to you, I would have felt extremely guilty," Benson said.

Benson's gaze was deep and affectionate.

She was stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under such a gaze. An intangible wave of suppression rushed towards her like a crumbling mountain and a tidal wave. Benson's gaze made her hesitate to respond.

Does he... like me?

She repeatedly questioned herself in her heart, but she was afraid that she was being too self-absorbed and overthinking things.

She felt a bit lost in the moment.

"Alright... Okay, Benson, pay attention to your wound and don't let it get wet for the next few days."

Benson glanced down at his palm. To her surprise, Cheyenne had tied a butterfly-shaped knot on the back of his hand using a piece of gauze, displaying a girlish charm.

This made him feel both amused and exasperated. If anyone saw it, they would surely mock him.

However, he couldn't bring himself to undo it.

Cheyenne had personally bandaged his hand.

"Alright, then I'll head back now. Tomorrow, I promised an old friend to attend their forest-themed wedding ceremony."

A forest-themed wedding?

Wait... the forest!

Cheyenne, as if inspired by something, suddenly focused her gaze on the map again.

Yes.

The triangular icon, filled with dashed lines in the middle, and a shadow of a triangle on the ground, completely covered in darkness.

It looked like the shadow of a pine tree cast on the water's surface during sunset.

She was inspired, and as she looked at the other icons, everything became clear to her.

The winding narrow lines represented a small stream.

The wavy, short lines depicted undulating mountains.

The triangles symbolized trees.

And perhaps the little flag indicated the place she was looking for.

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Benson couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her immersed in deep thought. He continued speaking, "Cheyenne, would you like to accompany me to the forest-themed wedding party of my friends It should be cool."

Upon hearing his voice, Cheyenne snapped out of her thoughts. She bit her lip and softly declined Benson's gracious invitation. "No, thanks. I don't even know your friends, and besides, I'm planning to go to Wind Half tomorrow to see how things are progressing there." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cheyenne walked him to the door while politely refusing his invitation. Benson didn't press her further and, before leaving, he gently touched her beautiful long hair. "Alright then, get

some rest. Girls who stay up tate tend to age faster, especially since you're pregnant."

In the depths of his heart, he felt a tinge of regret. What a pity; the groom would be delighted to see Cheyenne.