On the surface, everyone was still discussing work, but in reality, the chat group had exploded. Messages were refreshing every minute, surpassing 100 in no time.
Those with slower typing speed couldn’t even reply to the previous message before the next one came in.
It was a competition to see who among the singles was the fastest.
“Damn it, I finally know why the instant noodles I bought don’t taste good anymore. It’s because I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Your instant noodles don’t taste good not because you’re single, but because you’re poor. Open your eyes and take a good look at Mr. Foley’s luxurious standard edition in his bowl, and then look at your Lao Tan Sour Cabbage Noodles… That’s what we call wealth disparity.”
“Did you see Mr. Foley just now? Oh my god, he’s so gentle… sob sob, I envy his wife so much. I want Mr. Foley to feed me too.”
“Well, do you have a wife as amazing as Mrs. Foley? Are you as beautiful as her? Can you cook like her? No? Then get back to work!”
“Can someone please tell me which brand of instant noodles Mr. Foley is eating? It’s so delicious!”
“I think our company should start a fast food business, specifically selling instant noodles. Let Mr. Foley and Mrs. Foley do mukbang videos. It’ll be a nationwide sensation!”
…
Some idiot accidentally sent the chat content to the work group, and it had only two words: “I want to eat instant noodles too QAQ.”
Accompanied by a tearful panda emoji.
Kelvin, after finishing his late-night snack and preparing to finish work, glanced at it and inexplicably replied below.
“These were cooked by my wife, you don’t get any!”
Then Mr. Foley promptly shut down his computer.
Because it was time for his “digestive exercise,” and he didn’t want to be disturbed.
Everyone was shocked once again!
Mr. Foley’s show of affection had reached an unbearable level. Now, even the work group was not spared. He openly praised his wife inside! Ahhh!
Cheyenne didn’t know that her simple late-night snack had unintentionally triggered a surge in instant noodle sales. After washing the dishes and brushing her teeth, she returned to her room.
To her surprise, Kelvin was sitting naked at the edge of the bed, waiting for her.
“Cheyenne~”
She instantly wanted to go next door and squeeze with the child, “You’ve worked hard, and I won’t disturb you. I’ll go next door… um.”
Kelvin, who was full and energized, wasn’t tired at all. He was brimming with strength. How could he let her go next door and squeeze?
“Miss Lawrence, Mr. Foley has finished work. Now it’s my personal overtime.”
Cheyenne, who was forced to work overtime, couldn’t help but burst into tears at the thought that the noodles she cooked were all for Kel. In her anger, she bit his neck.
This action made Kelvin laugh ambiguously. Beads of sweat fell along his jawline onto his tanned skin, giving it a seductive shine.
“You can bite a few more times. If someone dares to stick to me when I go out tomorrow, I’ll show them your marks.”
Cheyenne’s lips twitched. She wanted to ask if he was too narcissistic. However, she still agreed to bite a few more times!
It’s definitely not because she’s jealous. It’s just that she’s mad at herself for doing something stupid and hurting herself in the process.
Yes, that’s it.
**
The next day.
A faint light seeped through the sky outside the window, and the melody in the room gradually ceased after playing all night. The heavy curtains blocked most of the scenery, leaving only overlapping figures intertwined and embracing each other.
“No… Don’t… Mmm,” Cheyenne murmured, overcome by drowsiness. Her consciousness had already become hazy amidst his entanglement, and visible rosy hues adorned her snow-white cheeks.
With her beautiful eyes gently closed, swollen lips, and disheveled long hair, she looked like a blooming winter plum, captivating everyone.
Kelvin felt a pang of sympathy seeing how exhausted she was. But the thought of being apart from her for several days made him feel incomplete.
Delicate kisses, filled with warmth, landed on the woman’s fair and round shoulders, on her collarbone, and his teeth lightly nibbled, leaving his own mark on her body.
Cheyenne murmured and tried to push him away. She weakly scratched the air with her feeble little paw. Kelvin found it amusing and grabbed her hand, placing a searing kiss on the back of it.
“Sleep peacefully, I promise not to disturb you anymore.”
The man’s hoarse yet magnetic voice resonated in her ears. Upon hearing this assurance, Cheyenne finally fell into a deep slumber.
Although Kelvin couldn’t bear to leave her and their two children, he had to get up and prepare to depart.
The luggage had been packed since the previous night. Just before leaving, the man, carrying a small suitcase, stood by the bedside and gazed at his sleeping wife.
Bending down, he placed an indulgent kiss on her forehead.
“When I come back, we’ll get married.”
With reluctant steps, Kelvin left the bedroom and walked to the entrance of the children’s room. He quietly opened the door and glanced inside at his son and daughter.
Oliver was fast asleep, his posture as disciplined as his personality-rigid and precise.
Cierra’s sleeping position was quite a sight to behold. Not only was she lying diagonally across the bed, but her cute little mouth was slightly ajar, with traces of what seemed to be drool at the corner.
Beneath her white nightgown, one chubby leg rested on top of her brother, and her tiny foot kicked Oliver’s chin.
Warmth brimmed in Kelvin’s eyes, and he gently walked in, lifting Cierra from the foot of the bed and placing her back beside Oliver.
As soon as he let go, the restless little foot found its way back to Oliver’s waist.
Kelvin: “…”
The habit of placing legs on others while sleeping was definitely inherited by their daughter, Cierra, from Cheyenne, as she slept in a similar manner.
Sensing a slight weight, Oliver naturally noticed it and felt uncomfortable, furrowing his brows.
His tightly shut eyes slightly opened, and he saw a towering figure, like a mountain, making him utterly incredulous.
Unaware that his son had awakened, Kelvin tucked the blankets around both children and lowered his head to give each of them a kiss on their faces.
“My darlings, be obedient and listen to Mommy while I’m away on a business trip. I’ll miss you.”
Boom!
Oliver’s eyes remained closed, but he distinctly felt his father’s genuine kiss.
Oliver, who always believed that his father loved his sister more than him, felt his young heart wavered at this tender gesture.
Kelvin departed, his tall and imposing figure slowly disappearing as the door closed.
Bang!
Immediately after the door closed, Oliver woke up. He absentmindedly touched his face, his eyes bright.
Then, he threw off the covers, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and walked to the bedside, pulling the curtains aside and leaning on the window to look down.
Watching the figure open the car door and slowly drive away, Oliver instinctively called out.
“Daddy.”