Chapter 41 Sending Abbie Mome
once she returned home. Mr. Foley had no choice but to temporarily send her to the villa. Surprisingly, she settled in comfortably and even acted like the mistress of the house by changing up the room’s decor.
It was just a small matter of spending some money. The villa had plenty of rooms, so Kelvin went along with it.
However, most of the time Kelvin actually lived in his bachelor apartment.
It was a small place that he and Cheyenne bought near downtown after they got married. It was only about three hundred square feet in size
It was close to his company and made it convenient for him to commute.
Abbie wanted to live in the apartment with him, but Kelvin said he didn’t like being disturbed and refused her request.
She had no choice but to request to live in Cheyenne’s old room instead.
Kelvin instinctively frowned when she asked. “How about you pick another room? Don’t you love reading? There’s an empty room next to my study that you can stay in
Wasn’t that close to Kelvin’s bedroom?
Abbie agreed anyway without knowing that Kelvin never really stayed at the villa. He only went there occasionally with Cheyenne.
He left later that night. The study was just for show; all of its books such as romance novels and comic books belonged to Cheyenne.
Chapter 42: Say It Again, Cheyenne
Cody had left
Chris escorted him out and then returned to the CEO’s office. Mr. Foley, I went back to look for you earlier but couldn’t find you‘ he said
The tall and lean man with his back turned to Chris was slowly untying his tie as he answered the question. 1 ran into an old man who got lost on my way here. I sent him home before coming to the company ”
“It’s all my fault for taking your phone away…
Chris thought i would be more convenient if Mr. Foley carried a phone with him at all times in the future.
What about your clothes?” Chris asked.
Speaking of which, Kelvin’s aura noticeably grew colder and a faint chill filled the office. This scorching summer didn’t require air conditioning when Kelvin was around,
“You can go now, I need to freshen up, Kelvin said.
In one of the partitions in his office was a small bedroom that could fit a double bed and wardrobe, perfect for working late or taking afternoon naps. Inside, there was a bathroom and a toilet, and many of his clothes were neatly arranged in black. But when he opened the closet, he saw a set of white
The stark white stood out among all the black, causing him to feel a sudden pang of nostalgia for its origin.
Three years ago.
That bright and gentle smile appeared before his eyes again as the girl carrying an exquisite and luxurious handbag appeared in front of him. She handed something over to him. “Kelvin, this is for you.”
“Take it away. I’m busy,” he said with just one glance at it on his desk. It was too distracting from his work and took up space where important documents should be placed.
The girl pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction as she leaned forward with both hands on the desk. The scent of roses emanating from her body left a deep impression on him.
“You haven’t even looked at it yet! Just take one look!” she pleaded with him.
The day after tomorrow would be their wedding day but Kelvin had been too busy with work to go see about getting himself fitted for his tuxedo. Cheyenne knew how preoccupied he was, so she personally went shopping with her friend Kate to pick out something suitable after much deliberation.
Kelvin finally relented after being pestered incessantly by Cheyenne and took one quick glance at what they had picked out for him.
Inside was a set of white suit. His thick eyebrows immediately furrowed, and he answered in a cold voice with no emotion on his face, “It doesn’t suit me; you can take it away.”
“No way, you’ll look very handsome in white. I’ve imagined countless times what you would look like wearing it,” she said with a sly smile.
The man’s brow furrowed even more tightly and he felt annoyed.
Did she really want to marry him so badly and become his wife? She had no shame.
“You know very well that I only wear black,” he said firmly.
Cheyenne always found ways to irritate him. She retorted with her sharp tongue, “That’s because black makes you look old. That’s why I picked white for you!”
“You’re eight years older than me but look like a thirty–year–old uncle!” she added insult to injury.
Kelvin glared at her fiercely. Was he really that old?
Although he never looked in the mirror much before, he always thought that his appearance was not bad at all; there were plenty of women who actively sought him out.
But none of them dared to speak to him like this before.
“Cheyenne, say it again? Who is old?”
Cheyenne was not afraid of him getting angry at all. She wrapped her fair arms around his neck and smiled as she pressed her red lips against his.”
“You’re not old at all, but very strong in bed!”
“Shut up, do you have no shame? You’re only 18 years old but fill your mind with adult content!”
But Cheyenne was not angry at all, and she blew a warm breath in his ear.
The laughter sounded like that of a little fox, “Why do I need to have shame? I only want you, Kelvin, my husband, I want you.”
She drew circles on his chest, causing a tingling sensation.
Kelvin’s original plan was to finish the company’s strategy for the second half of the year this afternoon.
Interrupted by her, he picked her up and threw her rudely onto the big bed.
It was an autumn day, the sunlight outside the window was very bright, refracted through the blue glass of the skyscraper and came in.
Sprinkled on the sweaty body, it was dazzlingly white.
Kelvin seemed to be proving that he was not “old” by taking Cheyenne for a long time until her legs went weak and she whimpered for him to hold her. He didn’t know how he was enchanted by her. On the day of their wedding, he wore his least favorite color, white.
The crimson face in his memory suddenly changed and turned into the indifferent woman he just saw.
She wore a cold and sarcastic smile on her face, calling him “Mr. Foley” as if she had become a different person.