She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: His Unexpected Gentleness

Kelvin finished his breakfast gracefully and quickly, but was still forced to drink half a bowl of chicken soup.

When Cheyenne woke up, she smelled the fragrant aroma of chicken soup and saw Kelvin sitting alone at the table, enjoying his meal.

"Gurgle..."

An awkward sound came, and Cheyenne's face turned crimson. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself, curling up within it.

Kelvin was dumbfounded by this series of actions, but once he realized what was happening, he couldn't help but smile. It turned out that beneath her cool and lazy demeanor, she was still just that adorable little girl.

Walking over in his slippers, with his two somewhat sexy long legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze filled with a hint of delight as he looked at the bulging blanket. "Alright, I won't make fun of you. Come out and eat something."

A muffled voice came from under the blanket, "If you laugh, then you're a dog!"

Hearing this, Kelvin couldn't help but twitch his eye corner.

How could the heir of the Foley family and the richest man in Akloit admit to being a dog?

He quickly cleared his throat, adjusted his mood, and nodded solemnly. "Hmm, I really didn't laugh at you. You've been hungry for a while. Get up and eat a bit before sleeping."

Only then did Cheyenne peek her head out from under the blanket, her long chestnut hair in a messy and unruly state.

Her watery apricot eyes seemed to speak, with a few strands of chestnut hair accidentally hanging on her red lips. Her innocent and bewitching expression made Kelvin's heart skip a beat.

But she had no idea how tempting she looked, and she casually uncovered the blanket, preparing to get up. The pink embroidered dress with a high slit revealed her two slender and white legs, like a staple of a comic book character.

Just as her feet were about to touch the ground, Kelvin used his left hand to grab her collar and effortlessly lifted her onto his shoulder, as if he was carrying a sack.

However, this position was uncomfortable for Cheyenne. She was already feeling hungry with an empty stomach. In this position, her head hanging down caused the blood to flow in the opposite direction... Just as she had woken up, this sudden movement startled her, causing her head to go momentarily blank and feel unusually heavy.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Put me down, I can walk on my own!"

Seeing her resisting like this, Kelvin felt disappointed, but he still didn't put her down, and strode towards the bathroom.

"Don't worry. I'm just afraid of your feet getting hurt again," he reassured.

He placed her on the cold washbasin and once she sat firmly, Cheyenne glared at him angrily before her gaze fell on the black marble countertop.

She noticed a pink glass on the countertop with geometric designs, featuring a small cat image. The cat curled its tail and lay on the ground, extending its cute furry paw to hold a rose. Even the toothbrushes were cute and pink.

Kelvin's cup, on the other hand, was a pure blue color with an image of a smiling and naive tiger. In his hand, he held out a rose.

Cheyenne looked completely bewildered. Was this something Mr. Foley would use? Wasn't he into minimalist style?

Kelvin's face also showed a hint of awkward embarrassment. This was something he had bought a long time ago... about three years ago. He saw this award-winning set of couple cups while on a business trip. The designer said they could engrave a free inscription on it, symbolizing the "lifetime" of the two people.

Almost as if guided by fate, he had engraved "CL" on the cups. By the time he realized what he had done, it was too late to regret. He had no choice but to buy the cups and casually pack them in his luggage on the way back.

Cheyenne had never stayed in the same room as him, so naturally, she didn't know about the cups. He had also forgotten about them.