Three months later, the super virus that had ravaged the entire city was finally under control, and those who had been tortured by illness were gradually recovering. But they would never forget a great name – Cheyenne. It was she who saved everyone.
On the day of Oliver’s one-month celebration, there were many flowers and gifts piled up at the entrance of the Foley mansion, all sent by people with their best wishes for Oliver.
“Hurry up! We’re going to be late again if you don’t speed up,” Kate urged impatiently as Glenn drove, looking anxious.
“Kate, I want to go faster too but there are too many cars ahead blocking our way,” Glenn replied helplessly.
Cheyenne’s status now soared high; not only did her admirers include common people but also young medical professionals and business people seeking cooperation opportunities kept coming in a steady stream.
“In that case, we might as well walk down,” Kate suggested when she heard this.
Glenn glanced at her slightly bulging belly and smiled gently like a spring breeze. “Never mind. You’re pregnant now so you can’t walk far anyway. I’ll have to carry you.”
A month ago, Kate and Glenn finally welcomed their long-awaited child into their lives.
In the end, Master Glenn didn’t follow Sam’s words and instead traced the call to Gordon, discovering the secluded island where Gregory was hiding. Sam fled overseas, Gregory was arrested and committed suicide, and Gracie chose to die with him.
Feeling guilty towards Sam, Master Glenn provided him with a sum of money as a gesture of gratitude. Before leaving, Sam used Praying Magic to extend Master Glenn’s life.
From then on, Master Glenn no longer had to worry about not living past thirty years old.
However, Leandro wasn’t very happy about this sudden grandson-in-law mainly because he didn’t like anyone from the Weaver family.
Now that Kate was unmarried yet pregnant, Leandro and Eddie could only compromise even if they were still unhappy about it. Their wedding date had been set for April since Kate didn’t want it to be held in winter.
Outside was noisy, but inside their bedroom, the two lovers remained intimate beneath the covers.
Kelvin bit her shoulder, leaving behind a series of purple bruises. “Cheyenne, you look so beautiful.”
“Mmm… you jerk, you… why are you doing this at such a time?”
“It’s all your fault for seducing me.”
“Clearly, it is your own lack of self-control.” She had just taken a shower when Kelvin suddenly burst into her bathroom, picked her up, and carried her onto the bed, starting an intimate moment between them both.
“Hurry up,” Cheyenne said.
“Cheyenne, you’re making it difficult for me,” Kelvin replied.
Outside the door, there were frantic footsteps as if a maid was searching for them.
“Have you seen the young master and mistress?”
“No.”
“Not over here either.”
“What are we going to do? The one-year anniversary banquet is about to start, and old Mr. Foley wants his grandson to go out and greet the guests.”
Cheyenne felt embarrassed at hearing their conversation. Her sensitive reaction made Kelvin also feel awkward as he breathed hot air into her ear.
“Cheyenne, be gentle. You’re almost breaking my waist. Who will take care of you in the future?”
“You shut up.”
Finally, they arrived late.
Cheyenne wore a white strapless dress with a scarf tied around her neck despite the scorching weather. Kate gave her a knowing look.
“It looks like little Oliver will have a sister soon,” Kate said teasingly.
“That’s not true, but you and Master Glenn, let me know when you’re planning the wedding ceremony.”
As the topic of marriage came up, a mix of sweetness and concern flickered across Kate’s face. She decided to have a private wedding.
Since the success of last year’s film “Lady Elizabeth,” Kate had become a highly sought-after A-list actress, with her popularity soaring. Directors lined up every day to cast her in their films. However, just when her career was at its peak, she found herself pregnant with Master Glenn, who had been involved in numerous rumors.
That’s why she decided to have a private wedding, keeping it a secret until after the child was born. As for the ceremony, she planned to keep it simple and invite only close relatives and friends.
“Don’t worry; I won’t forget about inviting you then,” Kate reassured Cheyenne.
Channing walked slowly down the stairs while holding onto his precious grandson who resembled both Kelvin and Cheyenne.
From the moment he was born, he received the love and adoration of his grandfather and father, especially from his doting grandfather, Old Mr. Foley. The praises kept pouring in, and Kelvin, holding his beloved in his arms, looked at their son crawling on the ground with a gentle gaze.
At Oliver’s first birthday celebration, the ground was covered with various exotic and precious items. There were a golden-framed jade horse, a dagger adorned with gemstones, and even a solid gold abacus… Each item was valuable beyond imagination.
“Oliver, make your choice.”
Deep down, Cheyenne secretly hoped that her son would choose the medical book. She knew she couldn’t stay at Wind Hall forever. Once the little one could stand on his own, she wanted to travel the world.
“Oliver, look over here,” Kelvin opened his arms towards their little one. He was no longer afraid of other people’s stares after a year of treatment that had faded the scars on his face.
“Kelvin, you’re so sneaky. Every one knows what’s on your mind,” Iker called out without hesitation, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
No one expected that Oliver, who had been hesitant among all the treasures before him, would end up grabbing a doll. In an instant, Cheyenne saw the black expression on her man’s face next to her.
As she was about to chuckle quietly to herself, the little baby girl crawled over and handed Barbie doll droolingly with round eyes fixed on Cheyenne.
“Mom… mommy… give it to my sister.”
“Good job! No wonder you’re my son; you’re so smart.” Kelvin smiled lightly as he picked up Oliver and whispered in Cheyenne’s ear. “This is our son’s first birthday wish.”
“Get lost!”
Two years later, Cheyenne became pregnant again and finally fulfilled Kelvin’s wish – it was a daughter. He loved holding onto the girl so much that he personally named her himself – Cierra Foley.
Even during meetings, he wished he could bring his little daughter along with him; Oliver also grew up as a sister-loving boy.
Even when Kelvin held his own daughter, Oliver would get jealous and tell Kelvin to put her down and say Cierra was his.
On Cierra’s full moon day, Omari and Benson sent back precious gifts from abroad respectively.
As godfathers, they both loved both of Cheyenne’s children very much especially Cierra who Benson designated as his heiress.
Receiving their safe letters made Cheyenne feel relieved too.
Now she was already a mother of two children but still took friendship seriously just like before- only thing unchanged about herself really.
Kelvin had just returned from work when he spotted his wife sitting on the sofa lost in thought.
Cierra playing with mud at the door saw him and ran over excitedly. “Daddy! You’re back!”
He picked up Cierra in one arm while taking hold of their son’s hand walking towards living room together
“What good news do we have today? My precious daughter looks so happy,” Kelvin said.
“My godfather sent me a beautiful dress and a letter for Mommy.”
No wonder Cheyenne was so engrossed that she didn’t even notice Kelvin’s return.
Kelvin saw Cheyenne put away the letter on the table. Without asking any questions, his gaze darkened.
Later that night, after they had made love, Kelvin couldn’t resist bringing up his wish that he had been waiting for four years to express again.
“Cheyenne, what if we… remarry?”
He knew there was an 80% chance she would refuse him again because their divorce had hurt her deeply. He accepted this fate and waited patiently regardless of what answer she gave him.
To his surprise, Cheyenne opened her eyes halfway through their conversation and looked at him with clear eyes. “Okay.”
“Cheyenne, what did you say?”
He could hardly believe it – after four long years of waiting and hoping – did Cheyenne finally forgive him?
Cheyenne’s lips twitched as she closed her eyes once more to rest. “Didn’t you hear me? Never mind.”
“No! I heard you! You promised me! You can’t take it back!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“I changed my mind already,” she teased playfully while closing her eyes again to sleep peacefully in his arms.
“It’s too late!” he declared triumphantly as he slipped a diamond ring onto her finger before kissing it passionately with tears in his deep-set but bright blue eyes.
Every year since their divorce, Kelvin proposed to Cheyenne once more. Knowing how much she loved money and diamonds, each time he would propose with ten-carat diamond cut into classic styles.
Proudly smiling at him while holding his hand tightly against hers, Cheyenne said. “You’re such a fool; if I hadn’t agreed now, then you’d be bankrupt from buying all these rings.”
“I’ll sell myself to you forever then!”
“Even if I torture you for life?”
“I’ll never regret it!”
This time around though, he wouldn’t let go of her hand ever again; they promised each other forever no matter how many months or days passed by.