He was acting like a madman tonight, completely disregarding everything. Cheyenne glared at him fiercely, her body drenched in sweat.
“What’s wrong with you?”
The next moment, Kelvin pulled out a familiar box from his pocket and Cheyenne stared at it in shock.
“This…”
Didn’t she give it to Kate?
How does he have it?
Kelvin bit her red lips and saw the surprise on her face. He knew she had bought it herself. In the dressing mirror, the two of them were naked and embracing each other in an intimate gesture.
His voice sounded even more seductive as he whispered into her ear.
“Cheyenne, did you buy this to sleep with me… but don’t you know my size? You owe me.”
“It looks like I’ll have to make sure you remember tonight so that you won’t buy the wrong size again!”
Cheyenne shuddered after hearing him speak and wondered if he was planning on going all out tonight. Suddenly feeling weak in the legs, she asked.
“No, no, Kelvin listen to me! Actually I got this for…”
“Uh-huh, Cheyenne don’t waste time now or else the kids will come looking for you later.”
After a long while, Kelvin carried Cheyenne out of bed as she slept soundly; too exhausted to tell bedtime stories for their children. So Mr. Foley had to do it himself even though their children didn’t really enjoy his repetitive stories which he had already told hundreds of times before.
But since Daddy said Mommy was too tired today and already asleep they didn’t pester Cheyenne about telling them stories anymore; they just yawned sleepily before quickly crawling under their blankets.
Kelvin tucked both kids into bed before giving them each a kiss goodbye then left quietly.
When he returned back to his bedroom seeing that his wife still slept soundly made him feel depressed as he closed the fairy tale book with frustration written all over his face.
“Can I blame myself? The writer is just too boring! From now on I’ll only tell stories to my dear Cheyenne.”
Last night’s activities were too much for poor Cheyenne who woke up late morning finding that Kelvin had left for work without saying goodbye or anything else.
As she dressed herself noticing some marks on her body from last night’s passion play; biting down hard on her lip while muttering coldly under breath.
“Kelvin! Tonight your ass is sleeping in our study room!”
Finally deciding against wearing what she originally planned, a round collar dress, instead opting for a blouse and buttoning it.
It was 9 am sharp, prime working hours.
In the director’s office, Cheyenne, wearing a white lab coat, was slumped over her desk yawning because she didn’t sleep well last night. The pile of papers in front of her remained untouched. Suddenly, the closed door was kicked open from outside!
“Cheyenne, get out!” Bang! The sturdy wooden door shook as if it were about to collapse.
Cheyenne was startled and thought someone wanted to harm her. She quickly sat up and looked.
The person who came in wore a white long dress that covered her ankles and high heels. She took off her hat and revealed an extremely familiar angry face.
“Kate?”
Kate angrily put a square box from her bag in front of Cheyenne and pulled down her collar to show the hickey marks on her slender swan neck.
“Look at what you’ve done! What did you buy for me? I almost got killed by him last night.”
Cheyenne coughed awkwardly as she saw the hickey marks on Kate’s neck. Finally, she pouted with grievances. “You still have the nerve to say that? You’re the one who caused all this trouble!”
As she spoke, she also unbuttoned herself for Kate to see.
The two looked at each other silently without saying anything.
Finally, Kate laughed first. She quickly threw the square box on Cheyenne’s desk into the trash can next to it with swift movements. “We are both miserable.”
“If you are as miserable as I am, then I won’t be angry anymore.” Cheyenne said while looking away from Kate with an attitude full of pride.
“What kind of psychology do you have?”
Cheyenne stared at Kate speechlessly before turning away from here again indicating that she didn’t want anything more to do with this conversation. “You kicked my door.”
Kate immediately raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll pay for fixing your door.”
“You also told me to get out!”
Cheyenne expressed how wronged he felt by everything going on around them right now.
“But wasn’t it me who came in first?”
Outside the office, a crowd had gathered, eager to witness the commotion. They had just seen Kate storming in, filled with anger, loudly calling out the director’s name. They thought there must be some juicy gossip to be had.
But as it turned out, the two of them were actually best friends. In one moment, they were at each other’s throats, and in the next, they were sitting together, arms linked.
Coincidentally, Kate hadn’t eaten either. She extravagantly ordered two lavish breakfasts to treat Cheyenne, perhaps as a way to make amends.
Within minutes, the director’s desk was filled with a sumptuous breakfast spread. They chatted and ate, savoring each bite, occasionally discussing which dish was delicious and which one fell short. E
After eating their fill and drinking their fill, Kate took care of cleaning up the mess. She made herself a cup of tea, closed her eyes and lay down on the leather chair, but she didn’t forget to be the supervisor.
“The tabletop needs to be wiped clean. Use wet wipes first then use tissue paper.”
Kate’s lips twitched slightly. “I got it. Don’t worry about it. After I clean up the table for you, I have to go to the set this afternoon. As for the door… I’ll send someone over in a bit to fix it.”
Cheyenne was satisfied with her answer and nodded her fair chin in agreement.
“Okay, remember to take out my trash when you leave.”
At this point Kate became somewhat emotional and threw down her towel.
“I’m a big star after all! Do I really have to take out your trash?”
Cheyenne had only one thing she wanted to say about this matter. “You’re the one who kicked my door in! And you ordered breakfast too!”
Kate was wordless.
After completing all these tasks Kate grabbed her bag of garbage and walked out of the office with an imposing aura.
Downstairs there were reporters waiting for her who had been tracking her from when she left home until now at hospital entrance where they swarmed around asking questions.
“Miss Zamora, can you please tell us why Reece recently accused you on Twitter as being his mistress?”
Kate replied confidently, “My Glenn is ten thousand times better than him! Is he worthy enough? He’s only fit for raising pigs!”
Another reporter asked another question early, “Miss Zamora, are you planning on having your second child?”
Kate laughed arrogantly, “So does coming into hospital mean that I’m pregnant? Are you pregnant since you are also here at hospital?”