At noon, in the hospital, Cheyenne had just walked out of the operating room. She was exhausted and sweating profusely.
She unbuttoned her white coat and sat on a bench in the hallway.
Subconsciously, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of peppermint candy, taking two pieces and putting them in her mouth.
The cool sensation relieved some of the heat as Cheyenne leaned her sore neck against the wall, closing her eyes to enjoy the breeze blowing in from outside.
Occasionally, colleagues passed by but they couldn’t bear to disturb this peaceful scene with Cheyenne’s graceful figure sitting there.
Just then, a tall dark shadow hidden behind a wall gradually approached Cheyenne.
“Tap…” The sound of leather shoes stepping on marble floors echoed rhythmically.
People passing by couldn’t help but glance at him because he wore an all-black coat that covered him from head to toe.
He also wore a matching hat that covered half his face except for his strong chin and sexy Adam’s apple forming a perfect curve.
His hand pressed against his hat brim was pale and slender while his other hand was tucked inside his pocket, exuding an aura that kept people away.
A cleaning lady pushing a cart happened to walk past from another end of the corridor.
When their eyes met briefly, she accidentally spilled dirty water onto Cheyenne’s clothes.
She bent down, apologizing. “Miss Lawrence, I didn’t mean to. Let me wipe the water off your clothes,” she said with a blue towel taken from her cart.
Cheyenne felt something wasn’t right but didn’t know what it was exactly so she looked at her own clothes feeling frustrated about having just put them on this morning.
“It’s alright, I can handle it myself. You go about your business,” Cheyenne replied.
“It’s good that Miss Lawrence doesn’t blame me. Since I’m the one who made the mess, it’s only right for me to clean it up,” the woman said.
Meanwhile, the man in black discreetly moved his hand concealed in his pocket, tightly gripping a silver dagger.
The sun outside shone on the aluminum alloy window frame, creating a dazzling mix of blinding light and silver blade-like reflections, making it difficult to distinguish between the two.
However, just like the sunlight, the brightness was overwhelming.
Feeling uneasy, Cheyenne closed her eyes.
“It’s now!” The man drew out an almost translucent silver dagger tightly gripped within his palm ready for revenge!
“Honey, I’m here,” a voice sounded.
The person who shouldn’t have been there showed up at the wrong time and place, disrupting all of his plans. The man quickly put away his dagger and helped the cleaning lady pick up the spilled bucket.
A hoarse but magnetic voice spoke up, “Be careful.”
“Thank you, thank you sir.”
“Hmm.”
Cheyenne stared at the tall figure for a long time with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
With everything exposed and ruined, the cleaning lady immediately packed up her things and left. Kelvin arrived just in time to see Cheyenne staring at the back of a man who had left without blinking an eye. He looked over at where he had gone even though he couldn’t see his face; judging from his back alone, he must have been someone with extraordinary charisma.
In an instant, Kelvin felt disheartened by this realization. “Can you focus on what we’re doing?”
“What? Why?”
Kelvin forcefully turned her head so she could only look at him instead of being distracted by anything else around them. “Because your eyes are about to fall out!”
“Ugh…”
She was technically the hospital director here so it was embarrassing for her to be held like this by him like some chubby hamster.
Smack!
She slapped his hand away from her face, but he sat down next to her anyway. “So tell me then… is that guy handsome or am I?”
Cheyenne rolled her eyes feeling bored with such questions before responding, “I didn’t see what he looked like, so how would I know if he’s handsome or not?”
Hearing that she hadn’t seen his face yet made Kelvin feel relieved but only for a few seconds before becoming more alert again; just one glimpse of someone’s backside could make Cheyenne lose herself? He cursed under his breath thinking maybe this guy had an ugly face.
After answering Kelvin’s question, Cheyenne turned around angrily.
“What are you doing here? I’m busy right now; don’t waste my time.”
Every time she got upset she would turn away from him like this, which led Kelvin guessing that it must have been because of last night when he had her.
Kelvin hugged Cheyenne from behind, trying to please her. “Cheyenne, I specially left the meeting to have lunch with you. You must be hungry since you woke up late and probably didn’t have breakfast.”
“Hmph? I don’t need your fake kindness. I already had breakfast and I’m not hungry!”
Oh? Did Cheyenne already eat breakfast?
But Kelvin, who was rejected, was no longer the proud Mr. Foley of the past; he was now just a man deeply in love with Cheyenne.
Because of love, even the proudest person will humble themselves.
“What you ate earlier was breakfast. Now it’s time for lunch. It’s important to eat three meals a day at regular intervals for good digestion.”
“Well then, since you’re so sincere in inviting me to lunch, I’ll reluctantly go with you. But wait a minute while I change my clothes in my office.”
She couldn’t wear her white coat outside or in the cafeteria during work hours.
“I’ll go with you.”
When Mr. Foley followed her like a tail into her office and saw the shaky door and footprints on it, his eye twitched.
“What… happened to this door?”
“Did someone bother you this morning? Are you okay?”
Cheyenne took off her coat and hung it on the rack when she heard Kelvin’s question about Kate’s footprint on her door; she remained speechless.
“Uh… it was Kate.”
“Aren’t you two best friends? Why did she kick your office door?”
“Well…” She hesitated to give an ambiguous answer. “Ahem… she said she would fix it; let’s go.”
“Do we need to close the door?”
Cheyenne shook her head. “It doesn’t matter if we do or not,” because who could be stopped by such a broken down door anyway?
“Okay then… I’ll call Glenn later and ask him to take care of his woman properly!”
“Don’t call him! It’s not Kate’s fault.”
Mr. Foley felt heartbroken instantly. So, Kate is really Cheyenne’s favorite friend after all! Hmph!