Chapter 18: Does Mr. Foley Hot Feel Slapped in the Face?
Kelvin, a business tycoon who has always kept his emotions hidden, seems indifferent to everything. Even when he was making love with her in bed, he never showed any extra expression
Why is he so angry for Abbie?
It turns out that men treat loved ones and unloved ones differently.
Please let go of me, Mr. Foley. We’ve been over. It’s unwise of you to be alone with me.”
Upon hearing this, Kelvin’s eyes were filled with rage and he thought. She has used all sorts of tricks to seduce me before, but now she’s pretending like there was nothing between her and me. Does she really think the man outside can protect her? She’s just a plaything for him!
Even though he hated her so much, Kelvin couldn’t stand the thought of the woman he slept with smiling coyly in another man’s arms.
He squeezed her wrist tightly, causing Cheyenne to lightly furrow her brows, while tears welled up in her eyes, but there was also stubbornness in them.
“Don’t be delusional, I have no interest in women like you. Cheyenne, tell me how much money it will take for you to give up that herb.
“Aren’t you interested in women like me? Don’t you feel your face slapped when saying such things?”
Every time they made love, he behaved like a wild beast, always pushing her to the point of exhaustion before letting go.
The next day, he put on his pants and left quietly.
This is so frustrating!
Kelvin seemed to have also thought of those passionate nights with intimate scenes.
The cold and slippery touch of her skin awakened the memories he had been unwilling to admit.
Yes, he detests this woman so much.
His body, however, betrays his will honestly.
It cannot be denied that this woman has a damn charm on him, to the point where his pride in self–control repeatedly crumbles.
Kelvin deceives himself by blaming everything on Cheyenne, thinking that it was her intentional or unintentional temptation that led him to commit such
a sin.
He reflexively fling off her wrist, the veins on his forehead standing out, indicating he was outraged.
The slender and well–defined hand took out a handkerchief from the pocket of the suit jacket.
He carefully wiped his fingers, with slow and elegant movements, as if touching her made him feel dirty.
This deliberate action painfully pierced Cheyenne’s heart. How dare he look down on her for being dirty? It’s always him who is clearly dirty!
I don’t want to argue with you about these meaningless things, Cheyenne. Why do you have to force her? You clearly know that Abbie’s illness can no longer wait.*
In his eyes, she’s a jealous, selfish, malicious, fickle and despicable woman.
In that case, she will firmly establish this malicious accusation to avoid being falsely labeled.
The woman smiled; she was peerlessly beautiful.
She extended her delicate and fair hand to gently rub the bruised area that he had squeezed, her voice sounding sweet.
“Mr. Foley really understands me. You’re right, I deliberately didn’t want that woman to get the herb.”
The coldness around him intensified, but Cheyenne did not back down because of it.
She continued to say, “So what? I got this herb without stealing, robbing or spending a penny. I rely on my own ability!”
She was undoubtedly very beautiful, but her personality was difficult for Kelvin to accept; she was too proud and ostentatious!
The atmosphere between the two people had become extremely cold, and Kelvin looked down at the woman in front of him with a superior attitude.
His gaze was sharp, giving off a feeling that he wanted to tear her apart.
I’ll offer 50 million to buy it!”
“Not for sale!*
Kelvin wanted to bite her to death; what did this woman want exactly?
“How much do you want? Name your conditions!”
‘He never treated me that generously when we were still a couple.’
Cheyenne narrowed her almond eyes and parted her cherry lips. “Believe it or not, I took this herb to save lives! I won’t sell it no matter how much you offer!*
With that said, Cheyenne walked out in her seven–centimeter high heels. Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright red skirt swayed gracefully under the light like a blooming rose.
Omari had been waiting at the door for a long time but didn’t see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her, he was about to rush inside when the door opened.
Cheyenne appeared before him in dim light and Omari couldn’t see her face clearly.
But within seconds, he saw the tears glinting in Cheyenne’s eyes and self–mockery in them.
“Are you okay?” Omari walked up to Cheyenne and put his hand on her shoulder.
A cold touch spread through his palm as she replied, “I’m fine; he just wanted my herb.”
“That’s good. Are you cold?”
As he spoke, Omari took off his suit jacket elegantly and helped Cheyenne put it on. The warm jacket smelled of a woody scent that belonged only to
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Chapter 18: Does Mr. Foley Not Feel Slapped in the Face?
him and brought some warmth to Cheyenne.
Cheyenne lowered her head and let him hold onto her shoulder as they left together.
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As Kelvin watched the two figures fade into the distance, it was clear that the suit jacket she wore didn’t fit her well – it hung off her like a child playing dress–up in adult clothes.
Kelvin withdrew his brooding gaze, and punched the wall with a resounding “bang“. Lime plaster crumbled and scattered to the ground, leaving behind a dark red stain.
“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath.
On their way, a luxurious car drove past them in silence. The two occupants inside remained silent.
“You still can’t let him go? Cheyenne…” Omari trailed off.
“No, I’m just thinking. Take me to Contine Estate tonight. I don’t want to go back to Lawrence Villa,” Cheyenne spoke quietly.
Contine Estate was known for being one of Akloit’s most affluent areas; its residents were all wealthy individuals who lived in opulent European–style buildings adorned with marble sculptures and Gothic spires that gave off an almost church–like vibe.
The car came to a stop outside one such building and Cheyenne unbuckled her seatbelt before taking off her ill–fitting jacket and handing it back to Kelvin. Thanks for driving me home, she said before heading inside. “We’ll catch up soon.”
As Cheyenne coldly insisted on parting ways with him, Omari’s eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, “We’ve come this far and you’re not even going to invite me up for some tea?”
It’s late at night and you’re not exactly a tea drinker. Go home and get some sleep. Bye.” With that, she closed the car door behind her and walked away from him.
What a heartless little woman…” Omari muttered under his breath.
Cheyenne stepped into the elevator and made her way up to the eighth floor of her apartment building. Before even entering her unit, she could hear the soothing sound of piano music playing in the distance – it was “Wedding in Dreams,” one of her favorite pieces.
Sitting by the piano was a young man dressed simply in a clean white shirt and black pants. His face was gentle but his eyes were hollow and lifeless.
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Treating your eyes is what i should do I hope that one day you can see me with your own eyes. So I haven’t given up, and neither can you” Her voice was unusually firm, and Henson could even imagine her writing cute in his mind.
His Adents apple rolled as he softly spoke a word. “Okay”
After a moment of silence. Benson suddenly touched her soft hair and asked gently. Thy the way Cheyenne, are you free the day after tomorrow?
The day after tomorrow/”
She thought carefully before shaking her head Tim free la there anything you need my help with?”
Benson nodded and got up to search for something on the bookshelf in the living room. His long fingers slid over the second row before taking out an
old book with a worn cover
#4 took out two tickets from inside and returned to face Cheyenne
In a gentle voice, he said. “It’s my birthday in two days time and I’d like to invite you to go see an opera with me if possible”
It was benson’s birthday in two days time!!!
Cheyenne widened her lips in surprise, she had been so busy fighting Kelvin these past few days that she had forgotten all about Benson’s birthday!
What kind of gift should she prepare within three days?
“Okay, she agreed without hesitation
Looking at the tickets handed over to her by hum revealed that it was actually one of the world’s top opera tours – these two were even best seat tickets!
It’s hard to buy them even if someone has enough money How did he get them?
I’m really looking forward to celebrating my birthday together with you” He smiled, revealing two small dimples beside the corners of his lips.
will definitely go
Three Gays later, Fied Moon Concert Hall in Akol
This concert was the last stop on thus year’s global tour and also the finale. The team originally wanted to choose Briyra for their final performance but for some reason they changed ther minds and chose here matead
The performer was Wit James, an expert in opera who had received countless praises from fashionistas for his combination of opera stagecraft. lighting and costumes, Watchung him perform an opera is undoubtedly a visual feast
Tonight & attendees were all dressed elegantly with exquisite hairstyles and clothing choices that exuded a hint of artistic elegance with every move they make
To everyone’s surprise, a pink Lamborghini drove over from across the street its romantic color full of youthful energy – followed by even more astonishment when people saw tow expoitive it was)
After opening the car door a stunning woman with an hourglass figure wearing a white cocktail dress stepped out with her oval face featuring high Checkbones, simond shaped eyes atrove her nose bridge and luscious lips painted in maple red lipstick that kicked both passionate yet bold.
Her face was lightly made up, wccentuating her beautiful eyes and eyebrows. She looked young and full of vitality, probably in her early twenties, but already driving a luxury car worth millore of dollars. It was Mully emueble
The woman extended a delicate hand towards the car them another hand grasped her wrist. But this hand belonged to a handsome young man whose appearance immediately caught the attention of most wonten present
He wore a white three–piece suit with double breasted buttons that complemented his short sandy hair and charmingly refined facial features. His lips
