She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Sister-in-law

He took the initiative to greet Kelvin.

"Kelvin."

"Yeah."

After a casual response, Kelvin lifted his foot to go downstairs, wearing nothing underneath his black bathrobe.

In the fleeting moment of brushing past each other, a large hand suddenly grabbed his right arm, seemingly unintentional but forcefully.

Kelvin muttered in his heart, enduring the pain shooting up his arm, while his deep-set eyes turned icy cold.

His voice was low and hoarse.

"What's the matter?"

Vincent didn't notice anything amiss and couldn't help but feel puzzled... Wasn't that guy Kelvin?

The person in front of him was emanating hints of an imminent outburst. He brushed off Vincent's hand, his tone indifferent. "Your hand is all sweaty."

It was evident that he was repulsed.

The man's gaze flickered for a moment. The hall was not lit, only the dim daylight from outside seeping in. He lifted his head again, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face.

He withdrew his hand and wiped it on the white towel in front of him.

"Sorry, Kelvin. I just wanted to report to you about the StarJoy project I'm in charge of."

At the same time, he glanced at the indented marks on Kelvin's lips and the red marks on his chest.

They looked like signs of intimacy.

His gaze suddenly became ambiguous, and he chuckled lightly. "But you were busy. I suppose Miss Lawrence did this. She really is a little wildcat."

As Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows at Vincent's description of Cheyenne as a "wildcat," his face turned gloomy.

Coldly, he uttered words from his lips heavy with a warning. "Remember she is your sister-in-law."

Vincent stood against the light, unable to see his expression clearly. It took several seconds before he pretended to be funny and spoke up. "Kelvin, you're really stingy. Looks like you and sister-in-law will reconcile soon. Congrats then. Seems I'll soon have a nephew or niece and the house will be livelier."

After saying so much, Kelvin dismissed him with just a few words. "Let's discuss work matters at the office."

With that, as if not wanting to discuss Cheyenne further, he left in long strides.

With his back turned, Vincent curved his lips into a cold smile and floated upstairs.

It wasn't him.

After not hearing any footsteps behind him, Kelvin leaned against the kitchen door and quickly pulled down his collar to take a look at his arm, which was bleeding from the wound again.

Cheyenne had used acupuncture to quickly reduce inflammation and applied a layer of white powder, so she didn't cover the wound with thick bandages to prevent it from healing too slowly.

Just as he was pulling his collar back up, he heard a surprised voice from behind, "Master Kelvin? What are you doing here?"

It was still quite early in the morning, and normally he would wake up at 6:30 for his morning exercise and come back to have breakfast at 7. He would leave home at 8.

Kelvin turned around and realized it was one of the housemaids responsible for the kitchen.

He instantly sighed with relief and asked with a calm expression, "Is there anything to eat in the kitchen?"

The maid seemed a bit startled, but then she quickly brought out the prepared food. "The sandwich is ready, but old Mr. Foley wants to drink yam porridge this morning, so it needs to be simmered a bit longer."