At the same time, Cierra was yawning. She leaned her small head on Kelvin’s shoulder and yawned, her voice filled with drowsiness.
“Daddy, why do we have to wake up so early? We don’t have classes lately.”
“Because we’re going home today.”
As soon as the words “going home” were mentioned, Cierra became more awake. A few traces of reluctance appeared on her small face.
“Oh? Then we have to leave Uncle behind.”
Kelvin tightened his grip on the clothes. Wasn’t it better to leave that two-faced dangerous man behind?
Hearing this, he used an excuse to persuade his daughter. “I know you don’t want to part with your uncle, but didn’t you say you miss Sasha?”
When Sasha was mentioned, Cierra frowned and hesitated between Uncle and Sasha for a long time before nodding.
“Well then, anyway your uncle said he’ll come over next month and visit us at our house. We’ll see each other then.”
“Okay.”
After dealing with his daughter, Kelvin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He picked up the pink chiffon dress in his hand ready to put it on her but she retreated with disgust, saying, “Not this one!”
“Why not? Doesn’t it have your favorite butterfly on it?”
Cierra lowered her head and stretched out her short legs for her daddy to see while pouting cutely, “But I’m wearing green pants today; pairing them with a pink dress would look ugly.”
To save time, Kelvin lied that this was from Fustroydor’s fashion line which made Cierra wear the dress after some coaxing.
However, when he touched his chin looking at his daughter again, she looked strange in that outfit, making him freeze up.
“It seems… a bit weird.”
“I don’t care; my daughter looks pretty no matter what she wears,” said Kelvin.
Oliver was wordless. He was sure that their daddy would be scolded by their mommy later.
Sure enough when Cheyenne saw their own fairy-like biological daughter being turned into an unkempt village girl wearing red paired with green by Kelvin, she got angry right away!
“Who styled you like this?”
Cierra pointed at Kelvin pitifully, holding onto her skirt while saying, “Daddy did! He said this is top fashion from Fustroydor!”
“Pfft…” Cheyenne laughed angrily because how could she not know about such top-notch fashion from Fustroydor since she frequently traveled there?
She kicked him in frustration, “Didn’t I already prepare good clothes for our daughter?”
Kelvin felt wronged, “Uh… I messed up earlier.”
Cheyenne, who was so angry, took a deep breath and looked at her watch. “Our flight is at ten o’clock. It’s not even eight yet. We still have time, Cierra, come with Mommy.”
“Yes,” Cierra replied.
How could Cheyenne’s daughter walk into the airport like a beggar? Cheyenne quickly changed Cierra into a black dress paired with a matching duckbill cap. She also wore a lace white flower wreath on her wrist and shiny little leather shoes on her feet.
A cute and cool little angel appeared in front of everyone.
Cheyenne herself wore a sexy black camisole dress with a white shawl draped over it. Her long wavy hair cascaded down to her waist, making her slim waist look irresistible.
As soon as the hot mom and equally handsome daughter appeared, they attracted many people’s attention in the airport.
Kelvin followed behind them holding his coat. “Cheyenne, are your arms cold? Why don’t you wear my clothes…”
Oliver sighed helplessly while dragging his small body like an obedient ox carrying their luggage behind them.
Benson couldn’t bear to see him like this and offered to carry his suitcase for him. “Oliver, let uncle do it for you. You just need to carry your pillow… Is this how things are done in your family?”
The little boy nodded his head sadly, “It’s been like this all year round.”
Benson gently touched his face sympathetically, “You’ve been through so much at such a young age.”
Despite all reluctance towards parting ways eventually came the moment of farewell; Cheyenne bid Benson goodbye reluctantly after agreeing to meet again next month before she boarded the plane along with her family.
People were coming and going in the airport while occasionally there would be flashes of white light streaking across the blue sky above them.
Benson stood under the sunlight, allowing the warm golden rays to wash over him. He squinted his eyes and looked at the mark, his lips curling into a tender and intoxicating smile.
“Cheyenne, take care on your journey. But we should be able to see each other again very soon.”
In the Foley mansion, Old Mr. Foley received a letter from his eldest grandson last night, saying that they would be taking the morning flight and would arrive no later than 2 o’clock in the afternoon.
In order to greet them and make them feel welcome, Old Mr. Foley, despite his old age, had been busy since early morning.
“Oliver and Cierra like roasted duck. Instruct the kitchen not to separate the duck legs; they must be kept intact.”
“You can rest assured, Old Mr. Foley.”
“And make sure the bedroom is cleaned as well. Kelvin liked everything spotless, not a speck of dust,” he said.
After checking every room in the house, old Mr. Foley was pleased and smiled with his eyes squinted into slits.
Just then, the maid cleaning the living room blushed and found a pile of porn magazines under the sofa.
Just as she was about to throw them away, old Mr. Foley became excited and shouted loudly, “Wait! Those can’t be thrown away!”
They were all treasures!
“Okay, I’ll clean them up myself. You go downstairs and get busy,” he said.
“Yes, old Mr. Foley.” The maid blushed and put the magazines on the table.
Just as old Mr. Foley was about to pick up those magazines himself, a clear voice like an oriole suddenly sounded at the door.
“Great-grandpa’s little darling is back!”
Only Cierra would say that to him.
Old Mr. Foley forgot everything in his joy and ran towards his little princess Cierra with his cane in hand.
He hugged Cierra tightly. “Oh my goodness! Look at you! You lost so much weight after only ten days in Jostrana.”
Cierra hugged her great-grandfather’s neck tightly and gave him a sweet kiss.
“Mwah”
“Cierra missed great-grandpa so much! Does great-grandpa miss Cierra?”
“I do miss you both, not just Cierra but also your brother Oliver,” he replied.
As soon as he mentioned Oliver’s name, Oliver appeared. “Great-grandpa.”
“Oh dear me it’s Oliver – let great-grandpa give you a hug too.”
Kelvin helped Cheyenne, followed behind their two children when they came back home; Old Mr. Foley felt great when he saw Cheyenne again.
“Cheyenne, you’re back – are you tired from your trip? Did anything fun happen? I’ve arranged for your favorite food to be prepared.”
Cheyenne felt warm hearing Grandfather’s concern. “Don’t worry about these small things Grandfather; let others take care of it.”
But when Old Mr. Foley saw Kelvin coming over with Cheyenne by his side, he just rolled his eyes.
“Grandfather… I…”