Chapter 209 Cheyenne, What Are You Afraid Of?

Chapter 209 Cheyenne, What Are You Afraid Of?

Cheyenne, who was considered a loser by everyone, had won. She

effortlessly defeat Abbie.

Those who had doubted Cheyenne's abilities were now in awe of her.

Abbie stood there like a lost soul, staring blankly at Kelvin as he walked

away with another woman, feeling an overwhelming sense of despair

that made her want to give up on everything.

The onlookers’ gazes had shifted from admiration, jealousy, and flattery

at the beginning to now a mix of disdain and pity, catching Abbie off

guard with the sudden change.

Why? Cheyenne was supposed to be incompetent.

The air was thick with mockery towards Abbie, making it hard for her to

breathe. She blacked out momentarily before Vincent picked her up

and instructed someone to call a doctor.

Old Mr. Foley announced that Emelia would be sent back to her room

until she learned from her mistakes after ruining his 70th birthday

celebration with all the chaos caused by her.

Emelia was scared; it wasn't supposed to end this way - Cheyenne

injured herself while winning against Abbie who fainted afterwards; yet

Grandpa directed all his anger towards Emelia instead!

Upstairs, in the dimly lit corridor, the soft light fell on Kelvin's face,

accentuating his chiseled and handsome profile. Beneath his straight

nose, his lips were pressed together, and the anger at the corners of

his mouth was impossible to conceal.

Was he angry? Oh yes, he had every reason to be. After all, his

beloved had lost to him in front of this large audience.

"Kelvin, if you're really a man, then put me down!"

His clothes accidentally tore as she made intense movements with her

small hands, undoing the top three buttons to reveal a tight and

muscular chest.

Cheyenne glanced at it, her eyes dimming slightly, quickly turning her

gaze away.

This infuriating seducer. Was he wearing a black shirt intentionally to

tempt her?

"Stay still or I'll show you whether I'm really a man or not!" He looked

down, and he saw her pink, slightly flushed face, unsure if it was from

anger or embarrassment.

In her dark eyes, there was a glimmer of something, followed by an

unyielding anger. It seemed like she finally relented. This sulky, yet

somewhat adorable look on her face made him smile inwardly. He

quickened his pace as they were about to reach his room. However,

Cheyenne's feelings took an odd turn, and she struggled in his arms.

“Let me go! I'm not going to your room!" She said with evident disgust

on her face.

Kelvin sighed, realizing he had no choice but to carry her to another

room.

Standing at the door, Cheyenne felt a complex mix of emotions. This

room was incredibly familiar to her, as she had lived there for almost

three years. Every item inside was something she had personally

chosen. Returning here had sparked a trace of unease.

With a self-deprecating smile, she said, "Mr. Foley, aren't you worried

that your sweetheart will get jealous?"

After a few seconds of silence, Kelvin's deep and resonant voice broke

through. His handsome, dark brows knitted as he spoke a sentence,

"She's not my sweetheart.”

Cheyenne heard every word distinctly. She couldn't believe what she

was hearing and responded with a sarcastic snort, "You're all talk and

no action, Kelvin. You really disappoint me."

She seemed to have assumed Abbie had an affair with him, igniting an

inexplicable anger in Kelvin. He almost wished he could swallow her

whole. He never needed to explain himself to anyone. Cheyenne was

the first, and perhaps the last.

If possible, he'd like to crush her and avoid the recurring loss of control

that she seemed to cause him. As a master of self-control and strategic

planning, Kelvin had never experienced such a lack of control in his life.

He used to be afraid of dealing with emotions, and now he was even

more so.

"Shut up!" Kelvin's temples throbbed, as he struggled to contain his

emotions. He let out a heavy, loud shout.

The sound of his foot hitting the door was so loud that it startled the

people downstairs. They looked up at the second floor. The door had

been closed.

Old Mr. Foley's eyes briefly gleamed with an enigmatic light as he

called a maid and whispered something to her. The embarrassed maid

quickly retreated.

Entering the room, Cheyenne was surprised by the sight. She had

expected it to be converted into a storage room or that other woman's

bedroom. Instead, everything inside the room was arranged exactly as

before. The potted plant she had kept on the balcony was missing. The

countertop was spotless, as if it was regularly cleaned.

But why?

He disliked her so much that he should redecorate the room soon...

Kelvin placed her by the bedside with a not-so-gentle touch, and his

voice carried a hint of unnatural emotion. "Don’t misunderstand, these

were all orders from my grandfather to the servants.”

"Oh."

It made sense.

Cheyenne looked relieved, but Kelvin was angry at her expression.

"How's your foot?" As his voice sounded, she felt warmth on her foot.

Looking closely, she found Kelvin who was arrogant was actually

squatting in front of her.

His large hand unexpectedly grasped her slender and fair ankle, with

the fingertips intentionally or unintentionally touching the anklet on her

foot, causing the small silver bell to emit a faint and pleasant sound.

The brief touch, lasting less than a second, made Cheyenne tremble all

over as if she had been shocked. She quickly pulled back her foot and

casually glanced at her injured and swollen ankle.

Kelvin's gaze became much deeper, and he chuckled softly, concealing

his hidden concern with laughter.

"Cheyenne, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that your body still

remembers me?"

He suddenly lowered his body, and his hands were on either side of her

waist. As he spoke, warm breath tickled her earlobe, making her heart

skip a beat.

Cheyenne was almost infuriated by his shameless words, and her fair

and tender hand angrily grabbed his tie. Their eyes met, with a cold

gleam in hers.

"You have no shame, who the hell remembers you. It's just a normal

physiological reaction!"

"Oh." The man nodded slightly, his eyes burning as he gazed at her

cheek.

He felt like dissecting her to see just how good she was at lying.

The position of the man on top and the woman below, with an

ambiguous atmosphere, made Old Mr. Foley and his companions blush

as they entered the room.

The intimate position of him on top and her underneath left the comers

including old Mr. Foley red-faced and wide-eyed.