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

woman smiled; she

delicate and fair hand to gently rub the bruised area that

deliberately didn’t want

around him intensified, but Cheyenne

“So what? I got this herb without stealing, robbing or

difficult for Kelvin to accept; she was too proud

between the two people had become extremely cold, and Kelvin looked down at the woman in front of him with

off a feeling that he wanted to

50 million

“Not for sale!*

her to death;

you want?

that generously

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

out in her seven–centimeter high heels. Her silhouette was incredibly beautiful in the dark night. The bright red skirt swayed gracefully under the

coming out.

appeared before him in dim light and Omari couldn’t

seconds, he saw the tears glinting in Cheyenne’s eyes and self–mockery in

to Cheyenne

touch spread through his palm as she replied,

good. Are

Omari took off his suit jacket elegantly and helped Cheyenne put it on. The

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brought some

her head and let him hold onto

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it was clear that the suit jacket she wore didn’t fit her

his brooding gaze, and punched the wall with a resounding “bang“. Lime plaster crumbled and

he cursed under

them in silence. The two occupants

still can’t let him go? Cheyenne…” Omari trailed

thinking. Take me to Contine Estate tonight. I

one of 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

outside one such building and Cheyenne unbuckled her seatbelt before taking off her ill–fitting jacket and handing it back to Kelvin. Thanks for driving me home,

eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment. Jokingly, he asked, “We’ve come this far and you’re not even going to invite me up

get some sleep. Bye.” With that, she

woman…”

Before even entering her unit, she could hear the soothing sound of piano music playing

simply in a clean white shirt and black pants.

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