Cheyenne left the police station and on the way back home, she remembered what Kate had asked her earlier in the day.
Her lips twitched slightly. “I almost forgot.”
Luckily, she found a supermarket on the roadside, so she parked her luxury car to the side and prepared to get out and buy something.
“Oliver, Mommy needs to buy some things. Do you want to wait in the car or come with me?” she asked.
After the recent incident, Oliver had become quite dependent on her, and the little guy just wanted to stick close to his mother. He didn’t want to act like a tough guy for now.
“I want to go with Mommy,” he replied.
“Alright, I can also buy some medicine for your little face. It looks so pitiful,” Cheyenne said.
“If your great-grandfather sees it, he’ll definitely be very angry.”
Of course, she might get scolded too…
Cheyenne swore to herself that if she ever encountered that woman again, she would think about giving her another beating to vent her frustration.
As they entered the supermarket, the mother and son’s stunning looks immediately attracted attention from the people around them. Some even secretly speculated if they were celebrity mother and son.
Unaware of the speculation, Cheyenne decided to reward Oliver to soothe his injured little heart. She offered him a 30-second unlimited shopping spree.
“I’ll give you 30 seconds. During this time, Oliver, you can pick anything you like, and Mommy will buy it for you.”
Upon hearing this, Oliver’s eyes lit up. Most of the snacks they bought at home ended up in Mommy’s hands, and he and his little sister only got to enjoy less than half of them.
Now was the perfect opportunity to indulge!
Understanding the offer, the little guy nodded. “I understand.”
“Alright, you go get ready,” Cheyenne handed him a basket and started the timer on her phone. “3, 2, 1, go!”
With her command, Oliver rushed into the snack section, picking up things that his little sister loved to eat. Cakes, candies, teddy bear-shaped cookies… and strawberry-flavored puddings.
Cheyenne stood at the checkout counter, arms crossed, watching the countdown numbers on her phone screen.
“Ten seconds remaining,” she reminded him.
Oliver’s actions became even faster. He didn’t have time to think about what to pick, so he just grabbed all the candies he saw and stuffed them into the basket.
The unique shopping style of the mother and son attracted curious onlookers who were shopping nearby. Someone even recorded this interesting scene and posted it online.
Meanwhile, other mothers who were also shopping with their children quietly expressed their disapproval of Cheyenne’s behavior. They muttered their objections, saying things like:
“Who teaches their child like this?”
“Yeah, it’s too extravagant.”
“If the child eats so many snacks, will they still eat their meals obediently? She looks so young, she definitely won’t know how to take care of a child.”
…
Hearing these doubts, Cheyenne frowned and looked over at the women. She rolled her eyes and retorted without hesitation.
“It’s my business how I teach my child. What does it matter to you? My family is poor and we only have enough money for necessities. Is that okay with you?”
The two women were immediately silenced.
In the last three seconds, Oliver grabbed a band-aid from beside the cash register.
This action surprised her. “Oliver,” she said.
Oliver stared intently at her hand. Although his speech was slow, his enunciation was clear.
“Mommy’s hand is injured.”
“Huh?”
Cheyenne lowered her head in surprise and saw a scratch on the back of her hand that had broken through some skin and was bleeding slightly. She hadn’t even noticed it before because it didn’t hurt much; she realized now that it must have been caused by the diamond necklace around that chubby woman’s neck.
It was such a small wound but Oliver noticed it while Cheyenne didn’t pay attention to herself at all – this made Cheyenne feel warm inside. The best thing she ever did in life was giving birth to Oliver under such difficult circumstances years ago.
“Oliver is really thoughtful,” she said with gratitude
“These are all snacks your sister likes; what about yours?”
Unexpectedly, Oliver shook his head seriously and replied, “Daddy says I’m already a man who needs to protect mommy and sister.”
“I won’t eat snacks anymore; I’ll eat meals instead so I can grow tall enough to protect you guys.”
Cheyenne was wordless.
He’s just four years old! Why does he think about things like this?
It’s all Kelvin’s fault for raising him so strictly!
People nearby looked at Oliver who was handsome yet well-behaved like with envy as they watched their own sons crying on the ground wanting toys instead of behaving properly during shopping trips .
When checking out, while everyone else focused on Oliver again, Cheyenne took advantage of an opportunity by reaching out quickly. Like a thief in broad daylight, she picked up several boxes of condoms from shelves filled with snacks .
She moved so fast that even she didn’t know how many boxes or what type they were – as long as they were condoms.
Usually Kelvin would be responsible for buying these kinds of things himself .
“Kate, I even used my son for your sake!”
At checkout time, the cashier girl looked at her pitifully.
“God is fair,” the cashier girl said.
Cheyenne was confused. What was she talking about?
She drove to the location she had agreed upon with Kate, which was less than three kilometers away from her home.
She didn’t want to take out the inappropriate item in front of her child.
After fumbling around for a bit, she wrapped it up in a tissue and waited for Kate to arrive and collect it.
Oliver looked out of the window curiously, wondering why his mother had stopped when they were so close to home.
“Because I’m meeting your Aunt Kate here,” Cheyenne explained.
As if on cue, someone knocked on her car window. She couldn’t see who it was because they were wearing sunglasses and a hat that covered most of their face except for their eyes.
But as soon as they spoke, Cheyenne recognized the voice. “Cheyenne, it’s me.”
“Your fans are still chasing after you? That’s scary. Being a celebrity isn’t easy,” Cheyenne joked with Kate once she got into the car.
Kate sighed. “Today is my wedding anniversary with Master Glenn. I wanted to surprise him.”
“Forget about that now; did you get what I asked for?”
Cheyenne became angry at the mention of it. She, the esteemed President of Nymphscape Group, the Director of Hopedale Hospital, and a notorious hacker on the blacklist, had personally bought such things for herself.
“I bought it, hmph! I even got looked down upon because of you. You better remember to compensate me,” she said, her frustration evident.
Without even taking a closer look at the items, Kate simply stuffed them into her bag.
Finding Cheyenne’s pouting expression amusing, Kate took the opportunity to playfully caress Cheyenne’s beautiful face, which made her envious.
“Don’t worry; when you get married, I’ll give you an unforgettable gift,” Kate promised mischievously.
Cheyenne didn’t dare hope for anything good from her friend after seeing how creepy her smile was.
“Alright, if you have things to do, go ahead and take care of them. I need to head back too,” Cheyenne said.
Just as she was about to roll up the car window, Kate reached her hand through the gap.