As for the second matter, when Cheyenne mentioned that Emily was now considered a home wrecker for dating an older man while working as a cashier at the supermarket, Kelvin didn’t show any expression on his face.
This made Cheyenne poke his chest, “Don’t you have anything to say?”
Mr. Foley looked confused, “Say what? I don’t know her well. It’s Iker and Hayden who are engaged to her.”
As Cheyenne’s cold laughter came from within his arms, he felt embarrassed. “Ha ha, did you forget that you wanted to suck up to Emily back then and brought Abbie with you to attend her welcoming party?”
Kelvin was ashamed.
That was all years ago… why does she have such good memory?
“Wait a minute, I need to correct Miss Lawrence’s thinking. I wasn’t trying to suck up to her; I was looking for medicinal herbs.”
Feeling her gaze becoming colder and preparing to leave his embrace again, Kelvin pulled her back into his arms with long arms so their skin touched.
“Don’t be angry, Cheyenne; after all, you were wearing the dress Omari prepared for you and dancing so beautifully with Iker. At that time, I was very jealous too.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Well since you still have energy left in your body, let’s do it again.”
Cheyenne intended on pushing him away but the scumbag already knew where she is vulnerable- he used his long legs pressed against hers making it impossible for her to move around freely.
They had sex again before Cheyenne fell asleep from exhaustion.
He remained awake gazing affectionately at her peaceful sleeping face before planting a loving kiss on it saying, “Silly Cheyenne! What others do has nothing do with me- all that matters is only you!”
The next day dawned bright and clear without any clouds or smoke in sight.
Cheyenne had two surgeries scheduled today, one in the morning involving laser treatment of kidney stones in a patient.
Standing for three or four hours straight made it difficult but she could finally rest during lunch break before returning back work later afternoon performing another surgery.
The continuous work made it difficult for her.
After leaving the operating room, Cheyenne quickly took out some candy from inside of white coat pocket opening one piece putting into mouth immediately.
She had low blood sugar levels which caused dizziness whenever standing or sitting down too long making walking slowly back towards office only option available right now .
Sean and his classmates were being led by senior staff members visiting various departments of Akloit along with advanced medical equipment not even available outside this country.
They took a tour and were amazed by what they saw.
Afterward, the seniors had work to do, leaving them with some free time. Sean originally intended to ask if there was a place where he could read.
However, as he walked down the hallway, he spotted a figure. Cheyenne was sitting in a chair, basking in the sunlight.
The sun spilled over her, casting a gentle golden glow, making her appear pure and cool.
Her complexion was pale, perhaps not feeling well.
With that thought in mind, Sean hesitated for a moment, then headed towards the vending machine in the first-floor lobby.
Cheyenne had almost finished her break. She was about to stand up when suddenly a bottle of soda appeared in front of her.
Freshly taken from the vending machine, the transparent plastic bottle still had rolling bubbles inside. Due to the hot weather, the bottle was covered in droplets of water.
The hand holding the drink was slender and beautiful, but unfortunately, it bore several small wounds. It was evident that the person had been busy.
Cheyenne squinted her eyes and looked up, surprised to see Sean.
Thinking that she had been avoiding him for a while, Sean felt a bit dejected and was about to retract his hand.
Unexpectedly, the girl swiftly snatched the cola from his hand and handed it back to him.
Sean blinked, not understanding.
“Are you giving it to me to drink? I’m not thirsty.”
Cheyenne frowned, “Didn’t you buy it for me to drink?”
The young boy blushed suddenly, stuttering for a while before nodding slightly, mustering a weak “yes.”
Upon hearing this, a mocking smile appeared on her face, bright as a flower. “Then, can you help me open the bottle cap?”
Caught off guard, Sean hurriedly twisted open the bottle cap. The shaking caused the bubbles inside to almost overflow, startling him into searching for tissues.
“No need!”
Cheyenne snatched the cola back, took a few sips, and the refreshing coolness finally revived her.
“Thanks for the cola. Have a seat.”
She actually invited him to sit down!
The young boy’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, his hands clenched tightly, and he slowly sat beside Cheyenne.
Once seated, he didn’t say a word.
Cheyenne had been waiting for him to say something to her, but the boy remained silent, as stiff as a log. It was she who couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Hehe, you’ve changed quite a lot over the years.”
Sean didn’t know if she was complimenting herself or insulting herself, and he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to shrink his head into his collar. After holding back for a while, he solemnly uttered a sentence that had been hidden in his heart for many years.
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“I apologize on behalf of my foolish past self, my mother and Nora.”
“I don’t expect you to forgive us, but…”
He didn’t know how to say it. George came back after spending all his money outside and got sick all over himself.
Now he was dying and thinking about his life. He felt like Selah and Cheyenne were the people he owed most in life, so he wanted to see her again.
Cheyenne saw him hesitate with words and guessed it was something about his family. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
“I really can’t forgive you guys, but whatever you want to say, I’ll listen.”
With that said, Sean had no choice but to explain everything. He was afraid that Cheyenne would misunderstand him forcing her to go there so quickly waved hands explaining:
“It’s up to him whether or not he wants to see you. It’s your choice whether or not you want to meet him. You don’t have any obligation here… Actually these years I… I also hate him!”
He hated George’s ruthlessness; leaving behind two children with a home wrecker while running away with money without even attending their mother’s funeral.
He hated George’s selfishness; when the money ran out and debts piled up high along with sickness only then did George think of himself as a father?
George is dying?
Cheyenne sneered coldly before making her attitude clear.”I won’t go.”
There was an instant feeling of disappointment followed by relief; Sean nodded understandingly,
“I understand.”
The conversation took another turn when Cheyenne’s cold voice suddenly rang out beside Sean’s ear. “But I can give him a letter if it helps. Can you take it?”
This offer truly surprised Sean; she is willing to write a letter?
“Really?”