She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 709

Chapter 709: When Will She Wake Up?

The spacious room was empty, except for the faint light emitted by the lamp at the bedside. The soft yellow light cast shadows on the wooden walls, making the black scabbards of the two suspended black swords in the air appear to shimmer with a golden sheen, exuding a sense of luxury.

However, the presence of these two swords added a touch of chilling coldness to this cozy room.

On the wide and soft black bed lay a stunningly beautiful young girl with delicate features. She lay there quietly, motionless, resembling a lifeless, exquisite jade sculpture that tempted people to approach and admire.

Her flowing hair intertwined with the black bedsheet beneath her, creating a perfect and flawless harmony, like a piece of fine silk.

Creak-

The sound of a door opening echoed, accompanied by the gasping sound of the wooden door being pushed. As the door opened, a gust of chilly air entered and dry yellow leaves spiraled down, gently landing on the wooden floor.

The person quickly closed the door.

In the next moment, his gaze locked onto the still unconscious girl lying on the bed. With a wooden bowl in hand and wearing traditional wooden clogs, the person approached the girl's bedside.

Once by the bed, he paused his movement. With a trembling hand, he placed the bowl of hot liquid on the cabinet next to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he extended his hand, hesitantly caressing the girl's fair face. From the forehead, to the eyebrows, delicate nose, and rosy lips... Finally, the warm hand gently settled on her visibly pregnant belly.

In that instant, a never-before-seen tenderness flashed in the man's eyes. Here was his flesh and blood, growing within her.

Kelvin sighed softly, almost imperceptibly, and as his gaze lifted and fell upon the woman's face again, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her forehead. This gesture resembled a prince gently kissing a sleeping beauty, but it was more akin to cherishing his lifelong treasure.

Only when she was fast asleep could he dare to kiss her so unabashedly. Every time Cheyenne looked at him upon awakening, her eyes betrayed unfamiliarity and wariness, which pained him deeply. Yet, seeing her sleep so peacefully, he would rather she didn't recognize him.

Wake up soon.

"Cheyenne, you have to get better."

"You must get better."

The man's magnetic voice murmured with affection, and even in her slumber, Cheyenne could vaguely hear it. She faintly heard someone calling her, but no matter how she ran towards the direction of the voice, she could never find an exit.

The appearance of this voice was like a bright red flag, showing her the way.

Kelvin held the bowl of medicine in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, clumsily scooping up a small spoonful. Carefully blowing on it, he brought it to her lips, but unfortunately... most of it spilled from the corners of her mouth.

This medicine was precious, and wasting most of it meant the patient wouldn't receive the best treatment.

After a moment's thought, he decided to remove his mask. Tilting his head back, he quickly drank a sip from the bowl himself, holding the bitter liquid in his mouth. Then, with his other hand, he hugged her slender waist, allowing her to lean against his chest.

With his lips pressed against her slightly chapped and peeling red ones, he pried open her teeth with the tip of his tongue, gradually feeding her the bitter medicine.

Cheyenne unconsciously swallowed, and after a few sips, she finished half of the medicine.

Kelvin didn't look too good. He thought to himself, 'This medicine is really bitter.'

She loves sweets, so she definitely won't like this taste.

It's okay; he's enduring the bitterness with her.

Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, he reached into his black robe and indeed found a piece of candy.

He never ate candy.

Why would he have this in his pocket?