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.

establish this

smiled; she was peerlessly

to gently rub the bruised area that he had squeezed, her voice sounding

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

coldness around him intensified, but Cheyenne

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

was undoubtedly very beautiful, but her personality was difficult for Kelvin to accept;

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

a feeling

50 million to

“Not for sale!*

death; what did this woman

do you want? Name

that generously when

almond eyes and parted her cherry lips. “Believe it or not, I took

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

waiting at the door for a long time but didn’t see her coming out.

before him in dim light and Omari

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

you okay?” Omari walked up to Cheyenne and put his hand on her

as she replied, “I’m

good. Are

helped Cheyenne put it on. The warm jacket smelled of a woody

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some warmth

her head and let him hold

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the suit jacket she wore didn’t fit her well – it hung off her like a child

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

it!” he cursed

a luxurious car drove past them in

can’t let him go? Cheyenne…” Omari

Take me to Contine Estate tonight. I

Estate was known for being one of Akloit’s most affluent areas; its residents were all wealthy individuals who lived in opulent European–style buildings adorned

jacket and handing it back to Kelvin. Thanks for

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

and you’re not exactly a tea drinker. Go home and get some sleep. Bye.” With that, she closed the car door behind her and walked away

woman…” Omari muttered under

into the elevator and made 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 in Dreams,”

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

design that

foreingle and breathing paltorm

cell in the king dem tilbushy the asked. What

ha timu ya mach the day, but your breathing & abod

recpils the way Cheyenne

for barson any Cheyenne Hack that

feels so fincausa i frynd

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