As Cheyenne dried her hair with a white towel, she pretended not to notice Kelvin and walked towards him.
“Kelvin, I’m done washing up. You can go now.”
Although her bare feet made little noise on the ground, Kelvin still heard her footsteps and turned around to look at her.
As soon as he saw those fair feet, his thick eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
He then got up from the bed on the floor and walked towards Cheyenne with his tall and imposing figure. His dominant posture was enough to intimidate even Cheyenne.
With a slight sparkle in her beautiful eyes and lips slightly parted, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“Ah!”
The next moment, he suddenly lifted her body horizontally. Under the light of the lamp, Kelvin’s high nose looked like a dividing line between two halves of his face – one half was extremely handsome while the other hidden in darkness had a touch of masculine toughness.
Cheyenne couldn’t deny that she was obsessed with good looks. Whenever she saw something attractive-looking, she couldn’t help but take another glance or two.
Just when she wondered what Kelvin wanted to do to her , he gently put her down on the mattress laid out on the floor before reaching for slippers and putting them on for her himself.
“It’s October night time now; temperatures have dropped, and there is heavy moisture in air which can cause rheumatism if you walk outside without shoes.”
Cheyenne bit down on her red lip as she looked down at pink fluffy slippers adorned with cute bunny patterns that were put onto her feet by him. She couldn’t help but twitched at corners of my mouth slightly,
“Where did you get these slippers?”
“I passed by convenience store during daytime today where I saw them so I bought them; do you like them?”
She tried hard to suppress laughter while humming noncommittally, “They’re okay.”
Her thoughts drifted away as the corner of her eye unconsciously glanced towards the pillow direction before she casually reminded him, “Did you only buy slippers?”
In fact, she hoped that Kelvin would be self-aware enough to take out whatever he had hidden under pillow himself. However, he answered straightforwardly as if not understanding what it meant, “Yes, just these slippers.”
Cheyenne didn’t say anything but stared intently at him. This eerie gaze made Kelvin’s heart skip a beat; he tentatively asked, “What’s wrong, Cheyenne?”
“It’s nothing.” Cheyenne replied indifferently before tossing aside towel readying herself for sleep.
Indeed, Kelvin was right. Despite the luxury of Benson’s family, they still slept on the floor. Kelvin glanced at the woman lying with her back turned to him and pursed his lips. He knew Cheyenne was upset. But how could the carefully prepared gifts have no element of surprise?
Just as he was about to appease her, the tightly closed door suddenly swung open from the outside, pushed by a chubby little hand. The adorable voice of Cierra echoed at the door.
“Daddy, Mommy… Cierra’s here.”
Before the words had fully settled, the little girl, not even reaching his thighs, barged in wearing a white nightgown and holding her pillow. Behind her followed the little boy, clearly eager to catch his sister. Unfortunately, the little girl, taking advantage of her smaller size, slipped through his outstretched arms.
Running all the way, her chubby little feet pattered on the floor as she pounced onto Cheyenne.
“Mommy, hug me.”
“Poof!”
With her weight pressing on her, Cheyenne felt her blood boil, and she nearly saw stars. She reached out, grabbed Cierra by her collar, lifted her up, and tossed her into Kelvin’s arms, grumbling with an annoyed tone.
“I told you one was enough, but you insisted on having a daughter since you thought a daughter is caring and sweet.”
“Hehe… Well, it seems the caring daughter is nowhere to be found, but we did see a little chubby piglet. So heavy! Starting tomorrow, we’ll put Cierra on a diet!”
“No snacks, no ice cream, nothing!”
…
Cierra, feeling rejected, clung to her father in a pitiful manner. When she heard her mother say she couldn’t have snacks anymore, tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
“No, Mommy! Even if you find me fat, you shouldn’t stop Cierra from having snacks, boo-hoo.”
Seeing her daughter cry, Cheyenne couldn’t help but soften her heart a little. She spoke with a serious tone, “I’m doing this for your own good. It’s not good for little children to have snacks. You should know that snacks are for adults.”
Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Cierra thought her mommy was genuinely considering her. But when the second half came, she understood that she had misunderstood. Mommy just wanted to have her snacks all to herself, hmph!
Oliver silently walked up to Cheyenne and then bowed to apologize, “Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t watch over my little sister.”
Cheyenne waved her hand, gesturing for him to sit beside her. The little boy’s eyes lit up, and he glanced at his father’s expression before sitting down.
“Oliver, you don’t have to apologize. I know your sister is mischievous.”
Cierra pouted her red lips and grabbed Cheyenne’s sleeve, giving herself a perfect excuse.
“It’s not because of that. It’s because Cierra can’t sleep and wants to hear a story,” Cierra explained.
Cierra has always loved hearing stories since she was little. Kelvin used to be responsible for telling them stories when they were at home together. But this time they rushed out of the house and forgot their storybooks behind. They had been playing all day, so they let the children go to bed after dinner.
Today, Cierra took a nap during the day and couldn’t fall asleep at night without hearing a story – which was normal for her.
Cheyenne didn’t have that much patience though; she yawned as she felt sleepy and kicked Kelvin with her foot.
“Your daughter wants to hear a story! Hurry up!”
Kelvin wasn’t angry about being kicked; he happily picked up Cierra in his arms ready to leave the bedroom.
“All right then, daddy will tell you a story while we go into another room.”
But who knew that tonight Cierra would decide to challenge mommy’s authority? She didn’t want her daddy’s bedtime stories anymore!
“No! Daddy tells stories from fairy tale books! I want Mommy’s own stories or else I won’t sleep!”
Feeling rejected by her daughter’s words, Kelvin awkwardly smiled on his face.
“Well… but fairy tales are written like that.”
Cheyenne couldn’t think of any good stories either; she slumped down with frustration on her face,
“I don’t know how to tell stories! If you don’t listen to your dad’s fairy tales then just don’t sleep! Anyway, I’m going back under my blanket!”
Just as Cheyenne pulled up the covers over her head ready for some shut-eye – suddenly there came cries from their little girl,
“Waaahh… Daddy is it true? Am I really yours and mommy’s child? Your wife doesn’t love me at all…”
“That’s enough!”
In an instant Cheyenne sat up straight rubbing her forehead helplessly,
“I’ll tell you a story, okay?”