Chapter 18: Does Mr. Foley Hot Feel Slapped in the Face?

Kelvin, a business tycoon who has always kept his emotions hidden, seems indifferent to everything. Even when he was making love with her in bed, he never showed any extra expression

Why is he so angry for Abbie?

It turns out that men treat loved ones and unloved ones differently.

Please let go of me, Mr. Foley. We’ve been over. It’s unwise of you to be alone with me.”

Upon hearing this, Kelvin’s eyes were filled with rage and he thought. She has used all sorts of tricks to seduce me before, but now she’s pretending like there was nothing between her and me. Does she really think the man outside can protect her? She’s just a plaything for him!

Even though he hated her so much, Kelvin couldn’t stand the thought of the woman he slept with smiling coyly in another man’s arms.

He squeezed her wrist tightly, causing Cheyenne to lightly furrow her brows, while tears welled up in her eyes, but there was also stubbornness in them.

“Don’t be delusional, I have no interest in women like you. Cheyenne, tell me how much money it will take for you to give up that herb.

“Aren’t you interested in women like me? Don’t you feel your face slapped when saying such things?”

Every time they made love, he behaved like a wild beast, always pushing her to the point of exhaustion before letting go.

The next day, he put on his pants and left quietly.

This is so frustrating!

Kelvin seemed to have also thought of those passionate nights with intimate scenes.

The cold and slippery touch of her skin awakened the memories he had been unwilling to admit.

Yes, he detests this woman so much.

His body, however, betrays his will honestly.

It cannot be denied that this woman has a damn charm on him, to the point where his pride in self–control repeatedly crumbles.

Kelvin deceives himself by blaming everything on Cheyenne, thinking that it was her intentional or unintentional temptation that led him to commit such

a sin.

He reflexively fling off her wrist, the veins on his forehead standing out, indicating he was outraged.

The slender and well–defined hand took out a handkerchief from the pocket of the suit jacket.

He carefully wiped his fingers, with slow and elegant movements, as if touching her made him feel dirty.

This deliberate action painfully pierced Cheyenne’s heart. How dare he look down on her for being dirty? It’s always him who is clearly dirty!

I don’t want to argue with you about these meaningless things, Cheyenne. Why do you have to force her? You clearly know that Abbie’s illness can no longer wait.*

In his eyes, she’s a jealous, selfish, malicious, fickle and despicable woman.

firmly establish this malicious accusation

she was peerlessly

hand to gently rub the bruised area that he

Foley really understands me. You’re right, I deliberately didn’t want that

around him intensified, but Cheyenne did not back down

to say, “So what? I got this herb without stealing,

beautiful, but her personality was difficult for Kelvin to

Kelvin looked down at the woman in

a feeling

offer 50 million

“Not for sale!*

death; what did this woman

do you want? Name your

me that generously when we were

narrowed her almond eyes and parted her cherry lips. “Believe it or not, I took this herb to save lives! I won’t sell it no matter how much

Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in

for a long time but didn’t see her coming out. Worried that Kelvin might harm her, he was about to rush

light and Omari couldn’t see her

saw the tears glinting in Cheyenne’s eyes and

to Cheyenne and put his

she replied, “I’m fine; he just wanted

Are you

put it on. The warm jacket smelled of a

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18: Does Mr. Foley Not Feel Slapped in the

and brought some warmth

let him hold onto her shoulder as

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the distance, it was clear that the suit jacket she wore

his brooding gaze, and punched the wall with a resounding “bang“. Lime plaster crumbled and scattered to the ground, leaving behind

it!” he cursed under

drove past them in silence. The two occupants

can’t let him

I’m just thinking. Take me to Contine Estate tonight. I don’t want to go back to Lawrence

Akloit’s most affluent areas; its residents were all wealthy individuals who lived in opulent European–style buildings adorned with marble sculptures and Gothic spires that gave off an almost

Cheyenne unbuckled her seatbelt before taking off her ill–fitting jacket and handing it back to

with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, “We’ve come

Go home and get some sleep. Bye.” With that,

little woman…”

her way up to the eighth floor of her apartment building. Before even entering her unit, she could hear the soothing sound of piano music playing in the distance – it was “Wedding

a young man dressed simply in a clean white shirt and black pants. His face

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and breathing paltorm the

down at the cell in the king dem tilbushy the asked. What is Hea Roditora

by ha timu ya mach the day, but your breathing

recpils the way Cheyenne

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