Looking at his exhausted sleeping face, she couldn’t bear to disturb him. It was unclear what Kelvin was dreaming about, as his brows were tightly furrowed and deep creases lined his broad forehead. Cheyenne couldn’t help but reach out with her delicate, fair hand to smooth out the wrinkles.
In a hushed tone, she murmured in his ear, “Kelvin, let’s start over.” She didn’t mind that he was currently unattractive and poor; after all, she was beautiful enough, and she had millions in her bank account to support him.
As she finished speaking, Cheyenne gently moved his arm aside, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and quietly left. After a quick freshening up and donning a light beige cotton robe, Cheyenne made her way downstairs to the restaurant.
The breakfast selection here was not as varied as back home, and there were no soup dumplings that Cheyenne enjoyed. She had to settle for a traditional breakfast arranged by the waiter.
It looked quite abundant-a plate of stir-fried vegetables, a bowl of rice, a plate of stir-fried beef, a dish of natto, and a serving of crucian carp and tofu soup. Just as Cheyenne was puzzled about why raw eggs were served, she heard a voice speaking next to her.
A person brought a breakfast similar to hers and sat down across from her. Upon closer inspection, she recognized the familiar face, but it seemed aged by ten years compared to her memory.
Cheyenne took a closer look at him and suddenly felt a bit awkward. She used to be his son’s ex-wife. When she was with the Foley family before, Corey, her legitimate father-in-law, treated her neutrally.
When she didn’t know how to start, Corey smiled and said to her, “Cheyenne, do you mind if I sit at your table?”
Rarely had he looked at her with such kind eyes. Cheyenne felt that she must be hallucinating. After several seconds, it dawned on her, and she silently shook her head and muttered, “Go ahead.”
“Thank you, Cheyenne. By the way, why didn’t Kelvin come with you? It’s ridiculous to let a pregnant woman go downstairs for breakfast alone.”
Cheyenne almost bit her tongue. She wasn’t a fragile doll; she could go downstairs for breakfast without shattering into pieces.
“Ahem… He, he’s still sleeping, and I didn’t call him.”
It seemed like she wanted to defend Kelvin, but Corey could read other information from her words, and he raised his eyebrows with relief.
“He’s still sleeping.”
This meant that the two of them had slept together last night, and this probably indicated that the couple’s relationship was back to normal. In the future, the Foley family could achieve the goal of “living together for four generations.”
Upon thinking that he was about to see his grandchild, Corey’s gaze became even more loving as he urged her, “Cheyenne, eat your breakfast while it’s hot. It’ll taste different when it gets cold.”
“Okay.”
With that, Corey started to eat on his own. Cheyenne followed suit and poured the beef onto the rice, mirroring his actions. When she saw him cracking a raw egg into the bowl, Cheyenne was incredulous.
Corey chuckled, “This is the traditional way of eating. It’s tastier and more nutritious. Cheyenne, you should give it a try.”
Cheyenne did as he suggested and tasted it. Ugh. The steaming rice left the egg half-cooked, spreading a fishy taste in her mouth, and the beef had no flavor. Even though she had passed the morning sickness stage, the unpleasant taste made it difficult for her to swallow.
Seeing her distressed expression, Corey advised her not to eat anymore. “How about trying today’s specialty – natto! You haven’t tasted natto in Jostrana yet, right?”
Natto, due to its high protein content, had become a staple on the dining tables of the people of Jostrana. To prepare it, yellow mustard and red soy sauce were poured into the natto and vigorously stirred, resulting in large, sticky beans clumping together.
Cheyenne took a bite and immediately spat it out. “Haha, it’s a little hard to get used to this flavor. How about I order some codfish noodles for you?”
Seeing the look of discomfort on Cheyenne’s face, Corey couldn’t help but find it amusing. Cheyenne furrowed her brows and said, “What’s so funny? You’re making a fuss over nothing.”
“Sorry.” To make amends, Corey ordered her a bowl of codfish noodles.
The noodles were not bad; they were at least palatable. Cheyenne was quite hungry and didn’t care about her image as she ate the noodles heartily.
Watching her eat was quite relaxing, and Corey found himself not eating much.
Back in his home country, proper dining etiquette was instilled in young ladies from an early age. Making noise while eating noodles and soup was considered very impolite. However, in Jostrana, it was different. They saw it as a form of praise for the chef and respect for the food.
While eating, Corey revealed his purpose to her. “Cheyenne, I came here for Kelvin. I hope he returns to Akloit; the Foley family needs him.”
Cheyenne paused while eating, carefully chewing her food and quickly thinking in her mind.
She couldn’t quite understand the relationship between Corey and Kelvin. Most of the time, Corey was absent, and even when he was around, he would leave hastily. It wasn’t until the return of the second son of the Foley family that she noticed Corey treated Vincent, his nephew, better than his own son.
Later, she learned that Vincent’s mother was actually Corey’s first love. Corey married Gracie and had Kelvin after his beloved became his sister-in-love. Perhaps because he had never expected Kelvin’s existence back then, he remained very distant from him.
“This is between you and him. Where Kelvin goes is his choice.”
Regardless of whether he returned to Akloit or Onistead, Cheyenne wouldn’t interfere. Corey knew he shouldn’t trouble a pregnant woman, but he had no other choice.
“Cheyenne, please, I’m begging you. Talk to him. Come back to Akloit early; His grandfather is ill. Kelvin has been reluctant to leave because you’re still here.”
“What did you say? Grandpa is ill!”
Cheyenne remembered the last time she had treated old Mr. Foley. His condition had improved significantly, and with proper care, he could easily live for another ten years. Old Mr. Foley, born into a military family, had maintained good exercise habits after retiring from the army. How could he suddenly fall ill?
“I’m not lying to you. Before his passing, he only wants to see Kelvin again. Cheyenne, please help me and persuade him to leave Jostrana and return to Akloit.”
If old Mr. Foley was truly ill, she naturally had to return with them. Just as Cheyenne was about to agree, a cold voice sounded behind her.
“You are not allowed to trouble Cheyenne! If you have any issues, come to me!”
His aggressive demeanor caught Cheyenne off guard, and she grabbed his sleeve. “Sit down. Your father is not bothering me.”