Cheyenne went upstairs to change clothes with her daughter, leaving only the father and son sitting quietly in the living room after old Mr. Foley left in anger.
Kelvin felt a bit frustrated as he caught his son laughing secretly while staring at him.
He immediately grabbed Oliver’s ear and scolded him fiercely, “It’s all your fault! You got into a fight at kindergarten and got beaten up, which made me look bad!”
Oliver winced as Kelvin pinched his ear tightly. Despite being quiet and reserved on the outside, he was actually very competitive inside.
“Hmph! That’s because she’s an adult, and I’m just a kid.”
“Excuses. It’s because you’re too weak. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to send you to learn Taekwondo,” Kelvin asserted.
Usually, Oliver would argue back against any of Kelvin’s arrangements, but this time he surprisingly agreed, saying, “Okay.”
Kelvin looked at him skeptically, thinking it would require some persuasion, but it seemed that today’s events had sparked Oliver’s competitive spirit.
Kelvin then noticed that Oliver had almost finished his homework, which was lazily placed on the table. He glanced at the childish questions and thought it was unnecessary to personally guide Oliver through such simple assignments.
“Forget about the homework. Kindergarten assignments aren’t challenging anyway. It’s a waste of time,” Kelvin remarked.
“Now, go and tidy up, wash your hands, and get ready for dinner,” he added casually.
Oliver’s eyes lit up with determination – if kindergarten work was too easy for him then tomorrow he would challenge preschool level!
Someday soon, he would be stronger than this man! More powerful!
As Oliver packed up his bag to bring some snacks upstairs to share with his sister later on, the plastic handle broke off accidentally, causing all the treats to spill out onto the floor.
Kelvin wanted to scold him again but remembered how upset Oliver had been earlier so instead knelt down beside him and helped pick everything up without saying anything else except asking why there were so many snacks bought today.
Oliver remained silent because if he told Kelvin that they were rewards from his mother, then Kelvin might get jealous again like always.
Amongst all these scattered snacks lay one box that caught Kelvin’s eye – it looked familiar yet strange at first glance until upon closer inspection revealed itself as something special.
“Is this also bought by your mother?” Although Oliver was precocious, he was only four years old. How could he know about adult products? He thought it was a box of candy.
But he was also a bit confused because he didn’t remember taking it himself. “Hmm.”
Kelvin suppressed the heat on his face and smirked with a hint of wickedness, taking the box away. “You can’t have this. Go upstairs and wash your hands.”
Before leaving, Oliver looked at him disdainfully, thinking that such a big person still had to compete with children for snacks – hmph!
Meanwhile, Kelvin happily took out the box and looked at it. It was her favorite strawberry flavor but when he saw the English letter “S” marked on top of it, his smile suddenly disappeared.
He clenched the box tightly in his hand and gritted his teeth as he said “Cheyenne Lawrence” through gritted teeth!
At the same time, Cheyenne who was upstairs drying her daughter’s hair suddenly sneezed unexpectedly while holding her little girl who had just finished washing up; she looked so fair and tender in her pure white nightgown with soft hair cascading down her shoulders.
Hearing her sneeze, Cierra hugged her mother tightly and said, “Mommy must have gotten cold water while bathing me which made you catch cold… Cierra will hug Mommy so you won’t get sick anymore.” Cheyenne smiled gently as she touched Cierra’s small face which felt smooth like silk.
“Good girl, don’t move around too much; you’ll be better soon enough,” said Cheyenne tenderly before asking, “By the way, did you have fun going outside today with Great-grandpa?”
“I had fun! Great-grandpa won some money for me to keep in my purse… and there were cute boys!” In front of mirror reflected Cierra’s infatuated expression as she bit into candy making saliva almost spill out from mouth corners.
Cheyenne couldn’t help but reflect on how accurate Kelvin’s description of their daughter’s personality really is; just like herself when she was young always wanting to stay close to handsome boys or pretty girls…
“As long as you had fun that’s all that matters but remember not to pester Great-grandpa since he is getting older now okay?”
“Cierra remembers.”
“Now let’s go downstairs for dinner.”
“Yeah! Let’s eat dinner now Mommy feed me please!”
Cheyenne wanted to cultivate independence in their child from an early age but seeing how happy Cierra is being spoiled by feeding made Cheyenne compromise because no matter how one looks at their child they are always beautiful!
During dinner, Kelvin seemed off somehow since he even offered food for Cheyenne frequently.
Although he would occasionally serve her food during meals, today… it was too frequent, as if he had some kind of ulterior motive.
Cheyenne, with her intuitive senses, looked at him in confusion and saw that the man had already taken off his suit jacket and was only wearing a white shirt.
The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of tanned skin with well-defined muscles that exuded strength.
What’s more weird was his smile – it was too sycophantic! But Cheyenne couldn’t deny how good-looking he was; she felt a bit stunned. “You…”
“Cheyenne, come here and drink a bowl of chicken soup before dinner to nourish yourself.”
“Eat meat – eat more meat for energy.”
“Oh right! And this stir-fried vegetables you love so much – eating vegetables is good for your health.”
…
He spent the whole night serving himself food while putting Cierra aside which made Cheyenne suspect that this dog had some bad intentions again.
Sure enough when Cheyenne got full and wanted to go out on the balcony to exercise and digest her food, someone slammed the door shut behind her.
Click-
It locked.
Kelvin hugged her petite body from behind and pressed it against his chest; warm breaths sprayed onto her sensitive earlobe which smelled nice. “Cheyenne, what are you doing?”
“Exercising to aid digestion.”
The man’s eyes sparkled as he surveyed her; she wore only a small white tank top paired with black fitness pants for convenience in exercising.
Her legs appeared long and straight while her buttocks were roundly perky; below the waistline where there hung thin straps accentuating slender curves made one want to grab hold tightly without letting go.
She didn’t look like someone who had given birth twice at all!
“Exercise is great! I’ll join you,” Kelvin said as he picked up Cheyenne in one swift motion before striding towards the bathroom.
At this point how could Cheyenne be foolish enough not to know what Kelvin would do next? She struggled frantically, saying, “No way! It’s not even nine o’clock yet plus I haven’t showered yet.”
“How coincidental!” Kelvin replied nonchalantly, “I haven’t showered either so let’s do it together then.”
Afraid that she might refuse him again, Kelvin pinned her between the wall and his chest, saying, “Cheyenne, saving water is an act of virtue!”