Dinner was a typical Jostranan meal, with bluefin tuna, lobster, and premium salmon sashimi… all top-notch and expensive ingredients.
Thoughtful Benson knew that Cheyenne might not like these foods, so he had someone prepare Chulae’s food for her specifically.
The two children couldn’t eat anything too oily or spicy either, so they were given a light yet nutritious seafood porridge.
After sitting down, Benson took the initiative to pick up a piece of chicken and put it on the small plate in front of Cheyenne.
“Cheyenne, I remember you love chicken the most. I learned cooking this dish specifically for you. I hope it suits your taste.”
Benson’s act of serving Cheyenne first made Kelvin jealous.
He snatched the plate with chicken from Benson and placed it in front of himself. He then picked up some vegetables and put them on his own plate before placing it in front of Cheyenne.
In response to her puzzled look mixed with some doubtfulness, Kelvin said, Eating more vegetables is good for your health. The internet says that women should take care of their body shapes after turning 25.”
“Although you still look like a college student on the outside, don’t forget that you just turned 25 this year.”
So when Kelvin revealed her age while also stealing her meat dish away from her hands at dinner time, Cheyenne couldn’t help but curl up her pink lips into a cold smile.
“Hehe…”
She mercilessly stomped one foot wearing seven-centimeter high heels onto Kelvin’s feet without any hesitation whatsoever!
[That’s what you get for publicly revealing my age.]
Ah! It hurts! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Kelvin couldn’t help but inhale sharply as he felt pain shoot through his feet from being stepped on by this woman who was supposed to be his loving wife.
This was practically murder by spouse!
Seeing how uncomfortable Father looked at dinner tonight, Cierra lifted her head and asked, “Daddy, do you need to go potty?”
Kelvin was wordless.
Meanwhile over here at dinner table, even though she had just stomped on Kelvin’s foot earlier,
Cheyenne adhered strictly to not wasting food and gave some vegetables over to Oliver and Cierra who were sitting next to them.
“Eat!” With one word spoken aloud by their mother, the two little ones immediately obediently picked up their forks and stuffed themselves full with green veggies.
Their competitive eating style resembled something out of an eating contest between big eaters.
Watching them gobble down their food eagerly like this made Benson surprised enough that he unconsciously opened his lips slightly in shock. “Babies, slow down please or else be careful not choke yourselves.”
Who knew that the cold little boy would utter heartbreaking words, “I’m used to it.”
Cierra smiled sweetly at him and said, “It’s okay, godfather. Baby likes to eat vegetables. I’ll grow up to be as beautiful as Mommy.”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne nodded in satisfaction and gave them a rare compliment. “That’s right, a good baby is one who isn’t picky about food.”
Kelvin had recovered from his pain and was disappointed to see that Cheyenne hadn’t eaten the vegetables he had picked for her. But then he realized that she hadn’t eaten the meat Benson had picked for her either, so he felt better.
Then Kelvin sat up straight when everyone was almost finished eating and the servants were preparing mouthwash.
With his back straight like a pine tree and deep-set eyes scanning around the table with seriousness reminiscent of his demeanor during meetings in conference rooms, Kelvin asked. “Has everyone finished eating? I have an important announcement.”
This imposing manner frightened Cierra into putting down her fork immediately.
“I’m done eating, Daddy; go ahead,” she said with food still in her mouth while pretending to wipe her mouth with her hand while chewing secretly on some food.
Cheyenne frowned slightly and gripped her fork tightly while narrowing her beautiful eyes, clearly showing displeasure at being interrupted during dinner.
“What do you want? Spit it out!” she demanded impatiently.
“Okay, my dear wife,” Kelvin replied before reaching into his jacket pocket theatrically for several seconds, trying hard not to look ridiculous doing so .
Benson probably knew what was coming next since Kelvin always acted like this – putting on airs – but still wore an amused smile on his face as he elegantly put down his own fork.
When a servant brought over towels, instead of using one himself right away, he handed one over to Cheyenne, saying, “Cheyenne, come here, let me help you clean your hands.”
“Thank you, Benson,” Cheyenne responded gratefully.
Kelvin saw this scene, which made him even more determined than ever before.
“Mr. Miller, this is mine and Cheyenne’s wedding invitation card; we came here today to especially bring this gift for you!”
The words “Mr. Miller” made Cheyenne’s skin crawl.
She gave him a warning look with her eyes.
Kelvin’s lips twitched imperceptibly. Why was Cheyenne always defending that pretty boy?
Meanwhile, Benson couldn’t control the pain in his heart when he saw the invitation, but he still took it from her hand.
He examined it under the light.
He tried to tell himself that it didn’t matter as long as Cheyenne was happy.
But letting go of someone was never easy, especially someone he had loved with his life before.
Suppressing the pain like being stabbed by knives in his heart, Benson opened his lips and said something against his will. “Cheyenne, this is your second time – congratulations.”
The first time was seven years ago when she confessed her love for Kelvin in a letter and decided to marry him.
He didn’t know how he felt after reading that letter at the time but pretended to be casual about it by replying with one simple sentence. “Cheyenne, congratulations on your happiness.”
He still kept that letter until now; after reading it once back then, he sealed it away in a box ever since.
When Cheyenne divorced Kelvin later on, Benson dug out that old letter again but every time he read it again since then only added more pain into his heart. Why couldn’t such an amazing person like Cheyenne love him instead?
Today marked the second marriage invitation, except this time she came personally instead of sending a letter like last time.
Hearing Benson’s congratulatory words made tears well up in Cheyenne’s eyes as she smiled gratefully at him while trying not to cry too hard. “Thank you, Benson.”
If not for everything he’d done for her all these year, she would have died long ago.