Even though they were father and son, every time they met, the atmosphere was tense and awkward. Corey’s face was even more gloomy, and the cold wind made his silver hair slightly messy, making him look pitiful. In fact, compared to that old guy George, Corey was much better. At least he didn’t let Kelvin go hungry and without clothes. Unlike her, who didn’t even know who her biological father was.
Cheyenne reached out and tugged at Kelvin’s sleeve, unable to help but remind him, “You’ve misunderstood Uncle. He didn’t do anything to me. Why are you so concerned?”
Kelvin glanced at her quickly, checking for any abnormalities, and then relaxed when he saw that everything was fine. “Cheyenne, don’t worry about him.”
“Are you full? If you are, let’s go back.” The bowl in front of her was already empty, indicating that she had finished eating. Kelvin took her away from the dining hall.
Leaving Corey alone, he looked at the empty seat in front of him, a sad expression on his face. He ate his food like chewing wax, murmuring to himself, “How can I make Kelvin forgive me?”
Back in the room, Kelvin stood by the French window, his silver mask shining. His deep-set eyes were devoid of any luster. She didn’t know what he was thinking.
“You really won’t go back to Akloit? If Grandfather is really seriously ill, you might regret it for the rest of your life.”
Cheyenne sat on the couch behind him, legs crossed, holding an apple in her hand, taking bites and asking him. Kelvin turned around and looked at the woman’s fair and plump face. He suddenly walked over and sat next to her, gently pinching her soft and fair face.
Cheyenne’s almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and she rolled her eyes, saying impatiently, “Just talk, why are you touching me? What are you playing at?”
Her cute and lively appearance dispelled his gloom. He looked straight ahead and stayed calm.
After a few seconds, Kelvin nervously spoke his mind. Expectantly, he looked at Cheyenne with his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help wanting to touch you. Cheyenne, would you… be willing to go back to Akloit with me?”
Go back to Akloit?
Cheyenne paused her eating, sinking into deep thought.
“It will probably take a few more days. I have to wait for Yvonne to handle things and get the final map from the Miller family.”
If she went back to Akloit now, she might miss this important matter.
After hearing this, it was impossible for Kelvin to have no disappointment in his heart, but he quickly understood the reason why Cheyenne wouldn’t go back.
Finally reconciled with her, they hadn’t had a relaxed time for even two days and now they were facing another separation.
He was filled with reluctance and longing for Cheyenne. His rough and warm fingers lifted her stray hair behind her ear, gently lingering behind her ear.
“So soon?”
“It’s better to go early and come back early. I can’t bear to be apart from you and the child.”
As he spoke, he used one hand to hold Cheyenne’s chin and placed a lingering kiss on her red lips. “Remember to wash your hair at night when I’m not around. Even if you’ve washed it, make sure to dry it before sleeping.”
“And don’t be picky with food. Listen to Yvonne’s instructions.”
“I’ll have that four-eyed guy watch over you. Don’t be so presumptuous as to eat junk food again.”
“If my grandfather is fine, I’ll come back the day after tomorrow,” he said.
When did he become so verbose?
Cheyenne didn’t want to listen, so she sat up and silenced him with a kiss, turning his subsequent cautionary words into short breaths.
It was undoubtedly an invitation, and Kelvin responded with a deep kiss, holding her shoulders tightly against his chest. The passionate French kiss nearly took her life away.
After the kiss, Cheyenne’s face turned as red as the apple she had half-eaten and left on the table. Her almond-shaped eyes were soft, filled with a subtle sparkle as she looked at him.
Her soft, pale hand weakly rested on his shoulder, and she breathed lightly.
Kelvin felt a sharp pain somewhere, his fierce gaze fixed on Cheyenne as he hoarsely sought her opinion.
“Can we? Cheyenne.”
“Mm, no!”
His gaze was terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her. She didn’t want to spend the whole next day in bed.
Kelvin had to release her waist, get up, and head towards the door.
Staying with her, smelling the fragrance on her, would surely lead to trouble.
However, Cheyenne remained unaware of his “well-intended” plans. She hooked her little finger with his palm and looked at him seductively.
“Why are you going outside when it’s so cold?”
“Just need to deal with my hard-on.”
He said it seriously, but Cheyenne’s face reddened even more. She quickly glanced at him.
She muttered under her breath, “Jerk, can’t you think of something more substantial in your head?”
With that said, Kelvin turned back and shamelessly returned. With a slight exertion of his arms, he lifted her sideways from the sofa.
Heading towards the large bed inside the room, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Since you’ve called me a jerk, it would be wrong not to live up to that address, wouldn’t it?”
Shortly thereafter, moans and groans sounded from the room.
“Kelvin, stop fooling around!”
“Don’t worry, I know my limits.”
“I’m leaving tomorrow, Cheyenne, you have to remember me.”
He pitifully pleaded, only to be met with her merciless refusal, “No, I don’t have time.”
“Then think about me now.”
In response, Kelvin retaliated with a forceful thrust that almost made her soul fly away, leaving her in a state of blank consciousness.
“Damn it, are you trying to kill me?”
“You can’t curse, remember the baby’s education.”
The position they were in wouldn’t harm the child, and Kelvin carefully supported her belly. After three or four months, this afternoon they finally had sex.
After an unknown amount of time, the movements in the room finally ceased. Kelvin sat up, drenched in sweat, and cautiously looked at her belly. “How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?”
“Jerk, now you remember the baby? Get lost!”
She kicked his leg. The intensity was like scratching an itch for him.
Kelvin grasped her lovely little foot and, with a smile filled with sweaty brilliance, lowered his head to kiss Cheyenne’s foot.
“Cheyenne, my love.”
Kelvin’s passionate gaze sent shivers down Cheyenne’s body, and the warmth from his kiss on her foot seemed to spread to the tip of her heart.
A wave of intense heat.
Kelvin, please come back soon.