Upon hearing her say this, the maid also felt that it made sense, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly made sense about it.
Cheyenne hadn’t cooked by herself for a long time. Besides preparing fruit salad, she also decided to make her signature dish – chicken mushroom soup.
While simmering the chicken soup, Cheyenne took the opportunity to take a shower and change into a fresh set of clothes in the bathroom.
Around 5 o’clock, Grandpa picked up Oliver from kindergarten with Cierra and brought him home. As soon as they walked in the door, they smelled a delicious aroma of meat.
Cierra is a foodie, and her mouth waters uncontrollably.
“Wow, it looks like Nanny has made something delicious again today, huh?”
The maid placed each dish on the table, saying, “The fragrance today is from the chicken soup that Madam personally stewed. It’s not my credit.”
As soon as Cierra heard that the soup was made by her mother herself, she praised it before even tasting it.
“The soup my mom makes is definitely the most delicious soup in the whole world, no, in the entire universe! Hurry up and serve dinner, I want to drink it all by myself.”
As Cheyenne walked out of the door, she heard this sentence and paused her steps.
This little girl…
Old Mr. Foley teasingly rubbed his great-granddaughter’s little nose and asked with a smile, “Can Great-grandpa have a drink?”
“Sure, Great-grandpa is an elder.”
“How about older brother?”
Cierra instinctively turned her head to look at the expressionless Oliver, and she wanted to say that her brother could eat anything and was easy to take care of.
But thinking that her brother
But thinking that her brother had given her all the snacks before, she should be courteous.
“My brother can have a bowl of drink.”
Old Mr. Foley continued to ask her, “So how much can Dad drink?”
Cierra didn’t hesitate and pouted with her little face raised, “Daddy said he doesn’t like it when Mommy makes soup. He secretly told me that it’s hard to swallow.”
As soon as Kelvin walked in, he felt the gaze from upstairs.
Looking up, he saw his wife’s pouty face.
The slander from his biological daughter rang in his ears.
Upon hearing Cheyenne’s words, her expression finally improved. Kelvin let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that if she weren’t a girl, he would have hit someone. Meanwhile, Cierra had been jealous for quite some time because of her father’s comment about how her mother used to make soup for him even before Cierra was born. She held her chubby cheeks in her hands and tears welled up in her eyes.
“Mom doesn’t love me anymore. She loves Daddy more… I’m going to drink Mama’s soup more often and not give any to Daddy.”
Cheyenne wasn’t one to easily give in when children cried unconditionally. She coldly snorted and walked past Cierra.
“You’re dreaming if you think that’ll work. Unless you behave better, I won’t even consider it right now.”
Cierra felt sad and said, “But Daddy isn’t well-behaved either.”
Kelvin almost choked on his food; when was he not well-behaved? He didn’t smoke or drink alcohol anymore; he rarely went out with friends; women automatically kept their distance from him.
Wasn’t he the most well-behaved man in all of Akloit?
During dinner, while everyone was distracted, Kelvin reached out his hand and hugged Cheyenne’s waist before whispering something into her ear.
“I’m actually the most well-behaved person at home – don’t listen to what Cierra says.”
Hmm… they were an old married couple now – why did he suddenly say these things? It made Cheyenne feel embarrassed but she remained calm on the surface while holding a spoon weakly with one hand.
She glared at Kelvin when she turned around, then quickly covered his mouth with half a peach slice, saying, “No talking during meals!”
The man looked down only to see half a peach slice inside his mouth which he promptly chewed down before letting out a deep yet charming laugh next to Cheyenne’s ear.
“Haha! It’s my favorite fruit! Honey is so good to me!”
Everyone drank all of Cheyenne’s chicken soup even though they couldn’t finish it along with other dishes that didn’t suit their taste buds.
It was not yet ten o’clock at night but the bedroom lights were dimmed already.
After having just finished an intense sexual encounter together, Kelvin lay half-sitting against the headboard looking satisfied as he gazed down upon the sleeping woman cradled in his arms.
Her long hair dampened by sweat clung onto her neck covering up any marks left behind by kisses making him feel parched just looking at it.
He lowered himself towards those lips tenderly kissing them without any hint of profanity – only intimacy between lovers.
The woman’s long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings as she slowly opened them revealing his handsome face magnified before hers.
Although already over thirty years old now – Kelvin still appeared youthful except for having gained some maturity making him look even more attractive than ever before.
She looked at him with admiration and love in her eyes, which Kelvin could see. He was thrilled.
He deepened the kiss and said, “Cheyenne, you’re so sweet, like a peach. I love you.”
Cheyenne suddenly remembered something and blushed at the thought of what he had said about peaches earlier on their bed.
“Stop it, don’t come any closer. I’m tired!”
Mr. Foley felt disappointed as it was only 10 pm and there was still a long night ahead of them without being able to touch his wife.
But he didn’t dare to go against Cheyenne’s words; otherwise, he would be the one who would suffer in the end. He comforted himself by thinking that there were still many nights ahead for them to enjoy each other’s company.
The woman continued to snuggle into his chest while her small hands hugged his waist like a little puppy rubbing against him.
“Let’s talk,” she said.
Mr. Foley thought that conversations should be left for daytime while they should do something more practical at night instead.
“Alright then, I’m listening,” he replied reluctantly as she had been silent all day long and needed someone to talk to now.
Firstly, she talked about Sean interning at the hospital where she gave him an opportunity for testing whether or not he had changed from before when they last met each other years ago.
The man didn’t like seeing her frown; therefore, he used his warm fingertips to smooth out her eyebrows before asking, “Do you still hate them?”
Cheyenne carefully considered this question before shaking her head. “I don’t hate them anymore because my life is dedicated only towards meaningful things such as studying medicine and taking care of you guys.”
Kelvin heard her answer with satisfaction as lips curved up into a smile. “So your decision is correct because if Sean has truly changed, then in future times more people can benefit from his help which will also bring good karma.”
His words made Cheyenne feel relieved.