“Baby?”
Cheyenne gave a shiver at being called “baby” in public. She was blushing, and her cheeks were burning hot. She knew he could be a bit of a prude, but he was mostly serious, especially when in a private space with just the two of them.
And then…
She tried not to dwell on it, or she’d involuntarily conjure up some horny images in her mind.
Swiftly, she tapped out a message on her phone, “I’m in Hurtlepool, sending a video so you can learn a thing or two.”
Kelvin received her message as he stood by the roadside, stretching his long legs. Before his arrival, Cheyenne had spoken with her father over the phone, and Channing said he would send someone to pick him up.
And just like that, here he was.
A silver-gray luxury car approached from a distance, and the figure of a tall man standing on the side of the road was visible from afar, the driver pulled over.
The window rolled down, revealing an unfamiliar face, that of a middle-aged man.
Slightly chubby, around forty, with a shaved head adorned with a blue skull tattoo, his features were fierce.
Most people would instinctively flinch upon seeing someone with such a look and tattoos, but Kelvin wasn’t like most people. He lightly knocked on the car window and gazed calmly at the man.
“Are you the one sent by my father-in-law to pick me up?”
The bald man took off his sunglasses, unfastened his seat belt, and respectfully bowed before Kelvin. “My name is Hezekiah. You must be Master Kelvin. Please get in the car.”
With that, he opened the car door, and Kelvin, with his long legs, bent slightly and entered the back seat, sitting firmly.
Hezekiah then placed the luggage he had brought into the car trunk and started the car, ready to depart.
Kelvin had gotten up early to catch the flight, and now, amidst the arduous journey, he finally found a moment to relax.
He engaged in a serious chat with Cheyenne.
“Learn? What’s there to learn from that shrewish behavior? Cheyenne, you’re a sensible person. Let’s not bother with that.”
Cheyenne: “Do you know why those two men got beaten?”
Kelvin: “No.”
Cheyenne: “The one on the ground-his wife cheated on him and lost their son.”
Upon reading the words “wife cheated,” Kelvin couldn’t help but feel unhappy. He quickly tried to flatter Cheyenne, “Well, she brought it upon herself. But my Cheyenne is a devoted and sincere woman, unlike her.”
Kelvin was clearly implying something, which made Cheyenne smile.
Just to tease him a bit, Cheyenne playfully replied with sarcasm, “Oh really? I happen to like good-looking men. If you turn ugly, I might just find someone else attractive.”
Kelvin didn’t find it funny, because Cheyenne said she liked good-looking men, and he was already in his thirties.
“Nope, you can only like me, or else I’ll lock up the men you like and give them a beating.”
Cheyenne: “Don’t worry, I only like you, my dear husband.”
Kelvin felt delighted by Cheyenne’s reply.
At this moment, Cheyenne continued to message, “As for chasing after the person who got beaten up, it’s because that guy is having an affair with the woman in black clothes.”
Kelvin’s first thought upon seeing this was that these two people had quite the bold taste. The woman in black clothes was old, fat, and fierce, while the man could easily be her father.
Cheyenne said, “See, if you start to like another woman, I’ll take off my high heels and beat you!”
Seeing this, Kelvin finally understood why she sent her these videos.
At this moment, he thought she was the most adorable girl in the world.
Even though she cared a lot, she insisted on using this method to tell him, and Kelvin couldn’t help but let out a few deep, pleasant laughs.
This inexplicable laughter puzzled the driver, Hezekiah, who was driving in front.
Kelvin didn’t have the energy to care about how his image in the driver’s mind was collapsing. Right now, all he could think about was Cheyenne chasing and hitting him after taking off her high heels.
Fiery, and… quite cute.
Yes, in Mr. Foley’s mind, even if his Cheyenne were to hit someone barefoot, she would still be adorable. After all, he had seen Cheyenne in high school.
Her reputation as a “school bully” was well-deserved – despite being short and petite at sixteen, she already had quite the notorious presence.
He still remembered catching a glimpse of Cheyenne carrying a watermelon knife, wearing white shoes, and chasing a group of delinquents down the street. She had an air of bravery and freedom at that time.
Although she is great now, mature and composed, sometimes absent-minded and lazy, even coquettish at times… Kelvin has always felt that he couldn’t compensate for the youth he missed out on with her.
Now, hearing Cheyenne speak in this way, he finally felt that this was her true self. Earlier, he had been foolish, causing Cheyenne to put away her bold side and grow up against her will.
The youth that she had lost, he wanted to help her reclaim.
“Okay then, I’ll definitely craft the world’s toughest and most beautiful high heels for my darling, so you can hit me, alright?”
When Cheyenne saw this, she replied, “What do you mean? Do you really want to be with someone else…?”
Kelvin rubbed his chin. Why was she so clever, yet her thoughts were so strange?
“Of course not. I only have you in my entire life. What I meant is that you can hit me whenever you want, not just because of that impossible reason.”
Cheyenne: “You’ve already made me angry now. What will you do since I can’t hit you now?”
He was truly asking for trouble! Why did he say that?
Cheyenne had put down her phone and didn’t look at his reply. But she was smiling mischievously, clearly in a good mood.
Sean, who was beside her, observed her change and suddenly felt as if he had been forced to see display of affection.