“Did Cheyenne have a good time in Jostrana? Did you encounter any difficulties? Tell me if there is any,” old Mr. Foley asked.
“Oh, by the way, has Kelvin been taking care of you well? Why do I feel like you’ve lost weight?” he continued.
“How is Benson doing? Is he feeling better now? Invite him to come over and play with us,” he added.
Kelvin remained silent as it seemed like Grandpa was ignoring him completely. He walked up to the old man and parted his lips. “Grandpa, you’re asking so many questions at once. Which one should Cheyenne answer first?”
Unexpectedly, the old man simply blew on his graying beard and responded with a disdainful expression, “I didn’t ask you.”
Kelvin felt ignored once again as Cheyenne held onto Grandpa’s arm and sat beside him on the sofa. She assured him that their trip to Jostrana was smooth sailing without anyone bullying her. She also mentioned Benson would be attending her wedding next month after his health improved.
Upon hearing this news about Benson’s recovery, Old Mr. Foley felt relieved at last.
As they were all gathered together happily chatting away, the butler came over and announced that dinner was ready in the kitchen if they wanted to eat now.
“Let’s go!” exclaimed old Mr. Foley excitedly while Cierra and Oliver followed behind holding hands.
Only Kelvin remained sitting on the sofa, feeling left out.
Everyone else headed towards dinner without even noticing him there.
He thought bitterly until his eyes caught sight of pornographic magazines lying on top of a coffee table.
He picked up those magazines without hesitation, handed them over to the butler and told him, “Burn these!”
“What? These are Old Mr. Foley’s precious collections!” The butler exclaimed nervously, holding onto those hot potatoes tightly.
“Mr. Kelvin, these are Old Mr. Foley’s treasures.”
Kelvin looked serious and spoke with a straight face as he lectured, “It’s precisely because they are rare that I let you burn them. Grandpa is getting old and seeing too much of these things can drain his energy.”
“I’m doing this for Grandpa’s health, right?”
“Yes, then I’ll do as you said,” the butler responded.
The butler sighed deeply. ‘Master Kelvin, you’re making things difficult for me. If Old Mr. Foley found out about this, he wouldn’t go easy on me.’
After dinner, since the two children hadn’t seen Great-Grandpa in a long time, they went to play in his room instead of pestering Cheyenne for telling stories like they usually did.
Cheyenne was tired from the day and was just about to chat with Kate on Line when Kelvin suddenly appeared before her.
His smile seemed overly gentle and made her feel uneasy.
“What’s wrong?” she asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Kelvin frowned.
Cheyenne lazily raised her eyes and growled at him, “Then why are you looking at me like that? Be careful or I’ll gouge your eyes out!”
Kelvin had been around her long enough to not be afraid of her empty threats; he slyly moved closer to her instead.
“It’s just that I wanted to tell you that I’ve already prepared your bathwater. You should soak in it soon so your body can relax.”
“We’ve been sleeping on the floor at Benson’s house all this time; it’s been quite a hard time. Soaking will help relieve fatigue.”
He spouted off a bunch of nonsense while Cheyenne looked at him skeptically.
“Really… it’s that simple?”
Kelvin kept his eyes downcast as if feeling wronged by her suspicion. “You’re overthinking things again, Cheyenne. It’s just my way of showing concern for how hard you’ve worked these past few days.”
Hearing how sincere he sounded made Cheyenne snort lightly before saying sarcastically, “Flattery will get you nowhere except maybe into my pockets.”
“Cheyenne! How could what I’m doing be considered flattery? I’m your husband!” Kelvin protested indignantly.
Cheyenne tilted her head slightly while pondering slowly before finally nodding with agreement. “Oh yeah… you’re right! Okay then… I’ll go take my bath now while you tidy up the bed.”
“Hmm… don’t worry; I’ll definitely tidy up everything.”
Cheyenne had no idea that the man’s thoughts were focused on making a mess later, so why bother cleaning up now?
Meanwhile, Cheyenne was stunned by the romantic scene in front of her as she entered the bathroom. The golden floor was covered with roses, and her favorite scented candles were placed on the marble countertop next to the bathtub.
Rose petals and cute little rubber ducks floated in the water. She had bought those for Cierra to play with; did he think she was still a child?
But after not sleeping well at the Miller family’s house, taking a relaxing bath sounded nice, and enjoying everything Kelvin had prepared for her would be even better. Slowly slipping out of her silk nightgown, Cheyenne stepped into the bathtub with her slender white legs.
As soon as she closed her eyes contentedly, a tall figure slipped into the room unnoticed. With one glance at what was happening in the tub – steam rising from it – Kelvin felt his throat go dry and swallowed hard unconsciously before mustering up some courage to walk over.
When Cheyenne noticed someone approaching her, she immediately opened her eyes only to see Kelvin standing right in front of her! Her face turned black and then red as she glared angrily at him.
“What are you doing here?” She demanded.
Kelvin brought his hands from behind his back revealing a pink fluffy towel he held between them.
“I suddenly remembered I forgot to prepare a towel for you,” he said calmly while offering it towards Cheyenne. “It would be troublesome if you couldn’t find one when you get out later.”
Did he really think that Cheyenne wouldn’t know what he was up to?
“Put down that towel and leave,” snapped Cheyenne firmly while pointing towards door handle beside him.” And don’t forget to close it behind yourself too! Thank you, Mr. Foley!”
Since Kelvin had come this far, there wasn’t any reason for him to leave now!
Kelvin shamelessly began unbuttoning his shirt while gazing deeply into Cheyenne’s eyes filled with flames as if wanting nothing more than devouring or burning everything around them!
“Don’t be so formal; we’re family!” He exclaimed before stepping into tub without waiting for permission, causing water spilling all over onto the floor along with rose petals floating away along its stream!
Cheyenne’s angry words were silenced by his kisses!