She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 741

Chapter 741: It's a Free Service Anyway

If it weren't for the mask covering his face, Cheyenne would have surely seen the rare, radiant smile on his face.

Instead of reaching for his clothes, Kelvin grabbed a hairdryer and walked over to her outstretched hand. With his rough and broad hands, he gently lifted her hair, which cascaded like waves, his slender fingers running through her strands.

He remembered the days he spent with Cheyenne on the deserted island. Since they didn't have a comb, he used to help her comb her hair just like this, using his hands instead.

Cheyenne was ruthless not only towards others but also towards herself. When her hair got tangled while combing, she would stubbornly pull at it, even if it meant gritting her teeth.

Kelvin couldn't help but find it amusing and slightly exasperating to see her grimacing like that. He had never seen any woman as rough around the edges as she was.

However, their current circumstances were completely different from before. Whereas his actions used to be somewhat forced, now they were entirely voluntary.

Cheyenne initially wanted to refuse his offer to help, but since Kelvin took the initiative, she had no reason to decline. After all, it was a free service.

She had done many things for him before and never received any praise in return. Now it was his turn to do something for her, even if it was just combing her hair. She considered it a cheap favor.

The hardships of pregnancy could only be understood by pregnant women themselves, and most men often enjoyed the benefits without experiencing any discomfort.

Kelvin treated every strand of her hair with great tenderness. With his head slightly lowered, the silver mask on his face caught the light, creating a contrasting effect.

Cheyenne didn't dare to meet his gaze, but she could feel the indulgence in his actions, which warmed her heart.

Lifting her eyes to the silver mask on Kelvin's face, Cheyenne furrowed her delicate eyebrows.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asked.

She thought he was blow-drying her hair very seriously and hadn't expected him to notice her slight confusion from merely furrowing her brows.

How could he not notice? Her image filled the corners of his eyes.

Cheyenne snapped out of her thoughts and stared at him in the mirror with shimmering eyes. Parting her rosy lips, she spoke softly.

"You don't need to wear a mask in the room."

Kelvin momentarily paused his movements, his hands suddenly tightening with nervousness.

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I might startle you and the baby. If you don't like it, I'll change the mask," he anxiously replied.

"What kind of mask do you like? Something cute or more dashing?" he said, earnestly wanting to appease her, which made Cheyenne laugh and cry at the same time. She bit her lip, caught in a dilemma.

Should she pity Kelvin a little?

"You don't need to wear a mask, just be yourself," she finally said.

In her memories, he was an arrogant and self-assured person, maneuvering the business world, controlling the fates of others.

Kelvin understood what she meant. His chest warmed, and his eye sockets turned slightly red. He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"But I am no longer the CEO of the Foley Group."

"I know," Cheyenne furrowed her brows.

"I no longer have billions in wealth."

"You can earn it all over again."

"But my face is disfigured..."

Finally, he continued miserably, "I can't compare to Mr. Lara and Master Iker. Will you still look down on me, Cheyenne?"

Cheyenne couldn't help but roll her eyes. She never knew Kelvin cared so much about his appearance. She had never even seen him look in a mirror before.

Muttering under her breath, she quipped, "Even without a disfigured face, you were never as handsome as they were."

Kelvin was speechless.

But he quickly calmed down his jealousy, his gaze lingering on Cheyenne's belly for a few seconds.

He thought to himself: So what? I have a child with Cheyenne, but they don't.