The next morning, in the warmth of October sunshine, Cheyenne’s slender ankle emerged from under the covers. A moment later, a bony hand gripped her perfect foot and kissed it before tucking it back under the blanket. Kelvin thought he had been gentle enough not to wake her up, but Cheyenne opened her eyes and sat up with a lazy yet adorable look that made him lean in for a kiss on her cheek. However, she stopped him with a cool hand on his face and said disapprovingly, “You just kissed my foot.”
Kelvin chuckled at her reaction and replied jokingly, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like your own feet? They’re pretty nice if you ask me.” But Cheyenne frowned at him and asked if he was feeling okay because he sounded too cheesy. Kelvin felt hurt by her words but tried to play it off by saying that there was nothing wrong with him.
However, Cheyenne pushed him out of bed without any mercy and told him to leave so she could change clothes.
“Why do you want me to leave when you’re changing? Cheyenne, Cierra are already this big, what are you shy about?” Before Kelvin could finish his affectionate words, the wooden door slammed shut with a loud “bang,” narrowly missing his nose.
Having been given the cold shoulder, Kelvin wasn’t angry, but he felt… awkward. That’s because his rival, Benson, who had deliberately dressed up in an eye-catching white suit, was now standing elegantly behind him. Benson looked at Kelvin with surprise and realization in his eyes. After a few seconds, he couldn’t help but make a cutting remark, “So this is Mr. Foley’s position in the house…”
Hearing this, Kelvin gritted his teeth inwardly. It wasn’t his style to embarrass himself in front of his rival. He had to stand his ground no matter what. “What do you know? I am the head of the household. Cheyenne is just being shy, yes, shy!”
However, he never expected to be proven wrong so quickly. Cheyenne’s voice came from inside the room, stern and questioning, “Kelvin, get in here! Where did you throw my camisole?”
Upon hearing his wife’s inquiry, Kelvin had no time to spare for Benson. He quickly pushed open the door, ready to enter the room.
Just as he stepped in with one foot, he turned his chest forward and coldly looked at Benson. His lips parted slightly as he said, “See that? As the head of this household, I hold all the power. Even Cheyenne’s clothes are under my control.”
“That’s enough. You don’t need to come in. I found it. Wait outside,” Cheyenne interrupted.
“Okay, honey.”
Kelvin awkwardly retracted his leg that had just stepped inside and closed the door behind him gently out of habit so as not to disturb their child sleeping nearby.
Benson. “…”
“Mr. Foley is truly impressive as head of this household,” Benson commented.
Kelvin felt like his facial expression was about to give away his inner turmoil. He tightened his grip on his robe, determined to stand his ground.
“The concept of being the head of the household doesn’t mean that everyone has to listen to you,” he said firmly. “The key is, in a family, when something significant happens, who takes responsibility. For trivial matters, it’s okay to let them slide. A true man should be adaptable…”
Kelvin trailed off because he couldn’t continue spouting nonsense anymore.
Being an educated scion from a wealthy family and world-renowned musician himself, Benson was naturally well-mannered but only smiled without saying anything more.
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The atmosphere became incredibly tense, but just then, Cheyenne walked out from inside the room. She was wearing a light pink dress that complemented her complexion, making her look fresh and radiant.
The vintage square neckline revealed her pristine white skin, and a beautiful sapphire necklace adorned her delicate collarbone. As Kelvin saw her walking out wearing the necklace he had given her, a faint smile appeared on his previously cold face.
“Cheyenne,” He took two steps forward towards her while reaching out intending to help support or guide but she passed by him directly without stopping then approached Benson standing behind him instead.
“Benson, how do you feel today? Are you feeling better?”
“I’m much better now thanks to your healing skills which inspired me so much that I composed another new song this morning! Come on let me play it for you!”
“All right then let’s go down into the hall together.”
“You’re wearing high heels, so be careful when you go down the stairs and take it slow,” Benson said.
“Benson is still a gentleman and gentle as ever,” Cheyenne replied.
…
Kelvin watched as the two figures, one in white and one in pink, walked past him with laughter and conversation. They completely ignored his presence. A pang of bitterness filled Kelvin’s heart as he watched Cheyenne’s back disappear into the distance. He tried to console himself by saying, “She still has feelings for me deep down inside. At least she wore that necklace I gave her.”
“Yes, I have two children,” he added with a huff.
Benson started playing his song early in the morning. Kelvin couldn’t tell if it was good or bad; to him, it sounded no different from background music during video games or driving.
He didn’t understand why Cheyenne laughed so much at his jokes.
The servant brought breakfast over but Kelvin had no appetite for it. He didn’t even notice when Cierra came up to him with a jellybean in her hand.
“Daddy, open… open up and eat!” she said excitedly.
Kelvin’s gaze fell on the two figures not far away from them; he subconsciously reached out for the jelly while Cierra looked at him expectantly. As soon as he opened it though, he ate it himself without giving any to her first.
Cierra was shocked.
Kelvin chewed on the sweet taste of breakfast but something felt off about its flavor…
The next moment there was an explosion of loud crying coming from Cierra who cried like a tearful person would do with watery eyes accusing him of what he did wrong.
“Boohoo! My jelly! Daddy is mean!”
Her cries shook everything around them which caught Cheyenne’s attention who glared at Kelvin holding onto that very same jelly – angry enough to curse.
“That was her favorite strawberry flavor! She begged me all night long before I finally bought them for her.”
“I…” Kelvin protested weakly – knowing full well what mistake he made this time around…
Oliver loved his little sister dearly so ended up giving hers away just so that Cierra would stop crying again…