She was always so busy, not someone who enjoyed watching dramas, and Kelvin knew that better than anyone.
He was deeply moved by her waiting.
Because of Cheyenne, he felt a happiness like never before. Even Cheyenne herself felt that the excuse she just made was lame. Kelvin’s net worth was now in the billions, the esteemed richest man in Akloit. Could he possibly be short on electricity bill money?
Feeling too embarrassed to say anything, she decided to continue pretending to be asleep, burying her head in his broad chest.
She took the chance to discreetly sniff. Good, there was only the scent of alcohol, no trace of a woman’s perfume. He passed the test.
The next day was Saturday. The sun was shining brightly, a perfect day for shopping. Cheyenne had made plans with Kate to pick out her wedding dress, and at the moment, she was sitting in a small breakfast shop, yawning and eating dumplings. Oliver elegantly placed his hands on his knees, sitting up straight. He had changed out of his school uniform and was now wearing an ordinary, plain short-sleeved shirt with a cute pink bunny print.
This made Oliver feel quite strange, as he kept looking down at his own clothes, opening his mouth several times but not knowing what to say.
He accepted his fate. On the other hand, Cierra was at the lively age, dressed by Cheyenne in a blue denim skirt, with double ponytails and a bow on her head, cute and beautiful.
Being a foodie, she wouldn’t miss out on delicious food, slurping up the noodles. She accidentally splashed some broth on her mouth.
Oliver’s face turned dark. He wanted to grab a tissue to wipe his sister’s mouth but was afraid the tissues were not clean.
In the end, he chose to use his own hand to wipe it for her. “Eat slower and don’t make rude sounds, and definitely don’t splash broth around.”
In his mind, his sister was a little princess.
Cierra cooperatively raised her delicate face for her brother to wipe, and after he finished, she continued to happily slurp up the noodles. “But Mom said we’re out to have fun today, so as long as we’re happy, it’s fine.”
After taking care of his sister’s breakfast, Oliver noticed the dark circles under his mother’s eyes and asked dutifully, “Mom, did you not sleep well last night?”
Cheyenne gave him a resentful look and replied, “Hmm.” Of course, she hadn’t slept well.
After returning to their room last night, she thought she could finally sleep peacefully, but Kelvin had her several more times, from the entrance to the bathroom, then from the balcony to the bedroom…
She had only managed to fall asleep around three o’clock and could barely walk in the morning.
Kelvin had spent a long time comforting her, giving her massages, and personally helping her freshen up, so Cheyenne reluctantly forgave him.
In a bad mood, she was planning to take revenge on him today! “Eat up. After your godmother arrives, I’ll take you two to buy a few sets of clothes.”
In truth, the two children didn’t lack clothes, as not only would Old Mr. Foley prepare them, but Kate and Mr. Lara also liked to give gifts to the two little ones.
However, when it came to clothes bought by their mother personally, the siblings naturally had high expectations.
Before long, Kate finally arrived, bringing her daughter Sasha along. Sasha and Cierra got along very well. The former had taken the initiative to hold Cierra’s hand. “Auntie Cheyenne, can I take care of my little sister today?”
Considering it had been long since they saw each other last time, Cheyenne naturally didn’t refuse Sasha. “Of course you can.”
The two little girls walked ahead, and everyone thought they were sisters, showering them with compliments.
After about an hour or two of shopping, Oliver and Cierra each got two sets of clothes and even Sasha got a pretty dress bought by Cheyenne.
During a break, Cheyenne remembered Kelvin’s jealous look at the hospital yesterday and decided to generously buy him a suit.
“Coincidentally, my husband also needs a new outfit. His wardrobe is full of white clothes, and I’m tired of seeing them.”
“Shall we go take a look?”
“Sure.”
The children weren’t interested in buying clothes.
Cierra wanted to ride the pony outside the store and stood still with a lollipop in her mouth, refusing to move.
Sasha also wanted to ride, but she didn’t have any money with her, so she sensibly didn’t say anything.
Oliver looked at his sister’s face full of grievances and then at Sasha, who was equally excited. “Wait, I’ll go get some change.”
He happened to have a hundred dollars in cash, and when he went to the front desk to exchange it for coins, the attendant, impressed by his good looks, was very kind to him. “Boy, do you want to exchange money for the pony?”
The cold Oliver pursed his lips and pointed at the two girls next to him with his finger. “Not me, it’s them.”
“Oh?” He then confidently slapped the hundred dollars on the table. “All of it!”
“Ah?” This surprised the attendant, who guessed that the child wanted to ride, but the parents didn’t have change, so they gave him a hundred dollars.
She was worried that the little boy would be criticized by his own mother when he returned home, so she patiently asked him again, “Do you really want to change all of it into coins?”
“Yes,” he replied.
Seeing his insistence, the waiter exchanged the one hundred dollars into one hundred coins, as each ride on the pony only cost two dollars.
With that one hundred dollars, they could ride fifty times, splitting it evenly between the two of them, which meant twenty-five rides each.
Soon, the joyful children’s song filled the mall.
Watching his sister laughing like a little fool on the pony, Oliver couldn’t help but find her childish. He furrowed his brow and sighed softly.
For kids, riding on a pony was all about experiencing something new.
After about three rounds, Cierra grew bored and wanted to get off to find their mom.
“I want to get off… Mommy, I want Mommy,” she said.
Oliver scolded her with a stern face, “No, I’ve already spent the money, and there are still eighty coins left. Didn’t you want to ride the pony? You can play as much as you want in one go!”
Cierra pouted with a look of grievance, “Brother is mean!”
Sasha also wanted to cry, but she didn’t dare because Oliver was too fierce.
She wanted her dad to hold her now.
As Cheyenne and Kate walked out of the men’s clothing store, each carrying two shopping bags, they could see their daughter running towards them with red eyes from a distance.
“Mom, I won’t ride the pony anymore,” Cierra said.
Cheyenne looked puzzled, “What pony?”
Meanwhile, Sasha, after being coldly glared at by Oliver, didn’t dare to complain. She could only bury her head on Kate’s shoulder.
Daddy even said she should marry Oliver when she grows up, but she had made up her mind – he definitely wouldn’t marry him!