Cheyenne raised her eyes and reluctantly glanced at him. "Fine, but make sure you take care of your stuff!"
This time, Kelvin blushed, trying to stay calm as he watched her hand continue to move towards his waist and hips...
The towel was warm, and even through the thin layers of fabric, he could feel the softness of her hand.
The tall man's body trembled, veins popping on the back of his hand, as he struggled to restrain himself.
His lean face tightened, and his deep eyes gazed at her soft cheeks. Kelvin suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on her face.
Cheyenne's pupils trembled, and the towel in her hand fell onto his pants. Her face turned as red as a petal, and the blush spread to her fair neck.
The man's eyes darkened, and a dangerous aura flashed by.
"What does it mean when you steal a kiss from me?"
She angrily sniffed, and her slender hand grabbed his collar, her expression fierce.
He casually brushed away her hand, chuckled lightly, and stared at her red lips intently. "Just consider it as you agreeing to my proposal earlier."
"When did I agree?"
"Your silence just now implies consent."
"I don't agree!"
Hearing her angry voice, Kelvin, despite being infuriatingly victorious, revealed a mischievous smile like a cunning old fox.
"My whole being belongs to you. You've already admitted it."
Cheyenne blushed even more, gritted her teeth, and stomped her foot. "You're crazy! I think you should really see a psychiatrist."
After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the door.
Before she could take a step, Kelvin grabbed her wrist, his xlips curling up, clearly in a good mood for successfully teasing her.
"Where are you going?"
"The restroom. Do you need me to hold your hand, Mr. Foley?"
Cheyenne shrugged off his hand and walked out with graceful steps. Her wavy hair swayed behind her, accentuating her slim waist.
He watched with great interest and quietly laughed.
He only casually teased her after seeing through her disguise.
As soon as she left, Kelvin stopped eating. He actually wasn't hungry and could wait until she came back.
His gaze swept across the private room and finally landed on Cheyenne's bag placed on the chair.
Its apricot-colored exterior had even started to fray... she was still carrying it. Kelvin took out his phone and captured the logo on the bag, thinking of downloading a shopping app later.
He didn't usually need anything. His clothing, food, shelter, and transportation were all taken care of by professionals, and he didn't need to shop.
But seeing Cheyenne still carrying a bag that was so worn out, ripples formed in Kelvin's heart.
She clearly deserved better.
It had been two or three minutes, and Cheyenne still hadn't returned. Kelvin picked up the earrings she had left on the table out of boredom.
These earrings... looked familiar!
Suddenly, he remembered the photo that Cheyenne had deleted earlier.
Yes!
They belonged to Abbie.
How did they end up in Cheyenne's hands?
Kelvin couldn't help but wonder if Cheyenne envied others who wore beautiful earrings and wanted to buy a pair for herself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it might be the case. He took out his phone again, opened the memo app, and added the word "earrings" to his shopping list.
However, he quickly realized that if Cheyenne came back and saw that he had touched her things, she might get angry. Worried about this, he hurriedly put the earrings back in their original place.
Just as he put it back, Cheyenne appeared at the door. Her face, covered in a cloud of blush, still had a touch of pink, and her eyes were heavy.
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