Kelvin watched the scene of the two reluctant lovers parting ways. He remembered how he had felt when he and Cheyenne parted ways that morning at the airport, equally reluctant to let go.
Thinking of Cheyenne now made his heart ache with urgency. He urged Chris on impatiently, “Alright, you can be lovey-dovey when you come back. There are more important things to do now!”
His tone was stern and reprimanding, but those who knew him understood that Kelvin was actually envious.
“Yes, sir,” Chris replied as he bid farewell to his girlfriend before following Kelvin into the elevator.
Inside the elevator, Chris looked at his reflection in the metal doors with a tinge of guilt. Krystal had just lost her only relative and he had left her alone in this unfamiliar place after bringing her all the way from Akloit. He couldn’t help feeling remorseful about it.
The atmosphere inside the elevator was quiet for a while as they watched red numbers flashing from large to small until it finally reached “1” in their eyes.
Chris took initiative and opened the door for Kelvin while explaining himself. “Sir, please wait outside while I bring your car up from the garage.”
“Hmm,” Kelvin nodded coldly as he put one hand into his pocket where he found a cigarette box without thinking twice about it.
He opened it slowly and took out a cigarette stick before lighting it up with another hand holding a lighter.
Just as Kelvin was about to light up his cigarette, an adorable voice interrupted him softly. “Uncle! You can’t smoke in public places!”
He turned around at once upon hearing this voice only to find himself looking down at a little girl who barely reached up to his knee level wearing cute clothes with delicate facial features on her fair tender face.
The little girl held onto one hydrogen balloon with one hand while holding onto a lollipop candy stick with another like she came straight out of an anime.
Underneath his mask, Kelvin couldn’t help but smile slightly when seeing such an adorable sight before him. His gaze softened as he looked down at her and slowly put away his cigarette without lighting it up anymore.
“Okay then… I’m sorry.”
The little girl seemed satisfied by this apology from him; she smiled sweetly.
“Father said that good children admit their mistakes. Uncle, you’re a good child and should be rewarded. I’m giving this balloon to you, hehe.” Without hesitation, she gave him the hydrogen balloon in the shape of Ultraman and tied the white cotton string around his wrist with great solemnity.
“Uncle, you have to remember to keep this balloon well.” He was a big man almost 6’3″, holding such a childish balloon in his hand wasn’t very appropriate. Moreover, why would he need to bring a balloon with him to a place full of danger and unknowns?
Just as Kelvin was about to say “I don’t need it,” he heard a low and magnetic voice behind him saying, “Caitlyn, come here quickly. We’re leaving.”
Kelvin looked towards where the voice came from and saw a young man wearing dark blue robes standing not far away. His retro-style clothes looked like something only monks would wear.
Everyone on the street cast curious glances at them; Kelvin finally realized that this father-daughter pair were Jostranan people.
What were they doing in Chulae?
When Kelvin looked again, they had left hand-in-hand slowly walking away. In this noisy city, their backs seemed particularly warm even and caused Kelvin’s eyes to redden uncontrollably.
A thought slipped into his mind unintentionally – if Cheyenne’s belly held a daughter instead of son…
“Beep beep…” The honking sound of Chris’ deep green SUV interrupted his thoughts; Chris had arrived.
Kelvin quickly forgot about this little incident and walked towards the vehicle. When Chris opened up his car door and saw what was in Kelvin’s hands – clearly stunned for a moment.
“Mr. Foley… this?”
Did he go buy himself a balloon while waiting? No way! His boss wasn’t someone who still had childishness inside!
Kelvin also felt embarrassed holding onto such an immature toy while walking down the main street like some kind of fool…
He handed over the white cotton string without expression and coldly ordered Chris. “You deal with it.”
Deal? How should I deal with it? Release it into air?
Chris couldn’t help but touch his nose in confusion. He wanted to ask, but Kelvin’s expression was so serious that he didn’t dare. In the end, he treated the hydrogen balloon as regular luggage and threw it into the trunk.
But there was a problem – he had to open the trunk first. As soon as he did, a surprise fell out.
“Uh… let me go…” A fragmented voice came from inside the trunk. Kelvin clearly heard this unfamiliar voice and furrowed his eyebrows.
He walked over to check for himself.
Kelvin was taken aback to find another person in the trunk of his car. The man wore dirty clothes, with mud stains on their pants and shoes. His medium-length hair was unkempt, resembling that of a homeless person who hadn’t had a haircut in months.
However, the person’s face was unusually pale, with distinct and refined features that didn’t match their disheveled appearance as a construction worker. Chris was certain that when he had driven the car back the previous night, there was nothing in the trunk.
“Who is this?”
“What’s going on?” Kelvin asked Chris for an explanation even though Chris would have reported this person to him regardless. “Sir, I caught this guy just now in the garage.”
“He followed us sneakily and refused to reveal his identity; I think he might be from TWILIGHT so I tied him up.”
“We’ll send him straight to the police station later.”
As soon as they mentioned sending him off to the police station, Jerry struggled violently with bound hands and mouth full of adhesive tape stuck onto them; it seemed like there was something important that he wanted to say.
“Tear off the tape and see what he has to say,” said Kelvin quickly. Chris complied immediately but acted roughly towards Jerry as if dealing with some criminal.
Finally able to breathe freely again after having tape removed from the mouth, Jerry remembered why exactly he came here today. “Mr Foley! I know where Miss Lawrence is!”
“What are you saying?”