Cheyenne found herself enveloped in a familiar embrace, as the magnetic laughter of a man sounded in her ear.
“Okay, let’s have another one.”
“Kelvin, you’re finally back.”
Unconsciously, her eyes had turned red, and her voice carried a hint of crying.
Her long-awaited heart was finally satisfied in this moment.
When Cheyenne saw that he had clearly lost a lot of weight and looked visibly weak, tears finally fell from her eyes.
“Is your wound… hurting?”
Kelvin missed her so much, he hadn’t slept at all last night.
He kept thinking about their past, the regrets and missed opportunities…
They were almost separated forever.
But everything was still possible, his heart still beating for her.
“Cheyenne, I love you.”
Thud-
The luggage in his hand fell to the ground.
Ignoring the bustling airport around them, Kelvin lifted her slender waist and pulled her up.
He lowered his head and pressed his moist and sweet lips against hers, continuously drawing in the breath and warmth that belonged to her.
Kelvin’s kiss was fierce, like a sudden summer downpour, unstoppable.
“Wow… I can’t watch!”
Cierra remembered Great-grandpa saying that children shouldn’t watch adults kissing, so she quickly reached out her little hand to cover her eyes.
But another voice told her how much she wanted to see. What should she do?
So Cierra made a sneaky move, slowly opening her five fingers, her bright big eyes staring straight at her parents.
After a long time, when Cheyenne felt she was about to suffocate, Kelvin finally let her go.
Because of the sweet kiss just now, her hair was slightly messy on the side of her temples.
The next moment, he gently touched her behind her ear, his deep-set eyes shining with starlight-like smiles.
“Cheyenne.”
Being looked at like this by him made her feel embarrassed; Cheyenne had no interest in performing a drama in front of others.
“Don’t be silly, let’s go home. Grandpa and Dad are waiting for you.”
“Okay.”
Seeing that her parents were finally ready to leave, Cierra quickly jumped off the chair and begged to be carried.
“Daddy, carry me.”
For his precious daughter whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, Kelvin, despite his injuries, wanted to fulfill her wish.
“I may not be able to carry you because of my injury, can I carry you on my back?”
As he said this, both mother and daughter saw the bandage on his palm and felt instantly heartbroken.
Cheyenne was about to say something, but Cierra spoke first.
“Hoo hoo, Great-grandpa said blowing on it like this will make it stop hurting. Daddy, does it still hurt?”
With such a caring comfort from her sweet daughter, Kelvin couldn’t feel any pain.
He felt incredibly sweet inside.
He grabbed Cierra’s arms with his big hands and lifted her up, placing her on his neck.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, sweetheart, sit tight, we’re setting sail.”
“Haha, Daddy, go faster…”
Cheyenne walked behind, carrying her luggage, watching the father and daughter having a great time, and suddenly felt it was pretty good.
Kelvin safely returned, and the heavy burden on everyone’s hearts these days finally settled down.
Channing, upon hearing that he was severely injured, changed his previous harsh attitude towards him.
Rarely, he patted his shoulder and spoke words of concern. “Are you okay?” Suddenly, the father-in-law became so “gentle,” which surprised Kelvin as his son-in-law.
“I’m… I’m fine, thanks for your concern, Dad.” Channing also felt awkward saying such things, but he did it for his daughter and grandchildren’s sake. “Hmm, take care of your injuries.”
Old Mr. Foley, on the other hand, was straightforward. He cried and scolded Kelvin without hesitation. “You fool, why didn’t you consult me before doing anything?”
“Running off alone to court death.”
“When I wanted you to join the military as a kid, you refused. Look at how weak you are, bringing shame to me.”
However, Corey was more concerned about his son and coughed to signal the old man to stop. “Dad, let Kelvin rest a bit before scolding him.”
Turning to Cheyenne, he politely said, “Daughter-in-law, please take care of my boy for a few days.”
Cheyenne replied, “Dad, you’re too kind. It’s my duty.”
Oliver also cared about his father, though he inherited Kelvin’s inability to express emotions. Silently, he brought a glass of water and stood by him, never leaving his side. That was Oliver’s character; he showed his affection through actions rather than words.
Kelvin saw him and thought of the child named “Rowan” before leaving, asking Nora to take care of the child and promising to send money to support him until he grew up.
That child was someone else’s son, while the one before him was his own son, the product of his love with Cheyenne. This made Kelvin reflect on whether he had been too harsh on Oliver before. So, he took the initiative to hug Oliver, gesturing, “Good, you’ve grown taller.”
There was a hint of relief in his tone. The little one seemed a bit awkward and wouldn’t meet his eyes, but Cheyenne noticed Oliver’s ears turning red, a sign of shyness.
“Dad, does your wound still hurt?” Oliver asked softly. Kelvin shook his head, “No, by the way… I bought some gifts for you guys. Take your sister upstairs to play.” This idea didn’t occur to him; it was Uriel who reminded him to bring gifts for his family since he came to Yocmery.
Upon hearing that Dad had brought gifts, Oliver’s eyes sparkled with joy.
It was the first time he felt the warmth of paternal love, having always envied his sister’s affection from their father.
He realized that his father cared for him too.
Oliver obediently took Cierra to their room to unwrap the gifts, leaving only a few adults in the hall.
The conversation naturally turned to serious matters. At everyone’s inquiry, Kelvin recounted his recent experiences, but he only lightly touched on how he narrowly escaped death. As for Cheche… he chose to conceal it from everyone, intending to tell only Cheyenne.