Chapter 220: Disliking It

The scene was inexplicably harmonious. The man was tall and handsome, wearing a white suit that accentuated his prince-like elegance, making people willingly submit to him.

His unparalleled demeanor should have placed him at the pinnacle of success, yet he willingly crouched in front of her to tend to her wound.

The scene was sweeter than any idol drama, with many girls casting envious glances and screaming in excitement.

Cheyenne felt nothing but embarrassment.

A cold gaze shot towards her like a sharp blade of frost in winter, full of dominance.

Kelvin watched the intimate interaction between the two with an inexplicable jealousy rising within him. He had known Sam for years and had never heard him talk about women before. Everyone in Akloit knew that Master Sam suffered from mysophobia and gynophobia.

At a social event once, a female server accidentally touched his hand and was immediately fired by Sam. He turned pale as he walked towards the bathroom amidst everyone’s stares. When he came out again later on, both hands were red from washing them too much.

But now he knelt down before Cheyenne with tenderness on his face as he helped wipe away the wound on her knee. Why? Did he like Cheyenne?

When did this start?

Kelvin’s mind kept wondering about these questions that seemed unbelievable to him.

He thought back to a few days ago when they played pool together; after which Sam personally drove Cheyenne home. Since then, Kelvin had noticed show Sam treated this woman differently.

she was younger because of his

sometimes, Sam always appeared gentle without ever getting angry; there would always be warmth behind those gentle

did everyone realize there lay beneath this man’s gentle

would do – why specifically choose

while Mr. Lara follows along devotedly? Now even Master

accept it! What did Cheyenne have that

are looking at us,

He just smiled with a hint of natural charm in his eyes as he spoke clearly, “As long as you don’t feel awkward, then no

like a gentleman and now on their third

she would indulge in fantasies; Kelvin had taught her

the cloth from him and quickly tied a bow around her knee before tightening it which made her grit teeth in

to yourself even though you’re not like those other delicate ladies who whine over every little thing,” remarked Sam who had seen many spoiled rich girls complain over small injuries or post them on social media for attention-seeking

was more like a warrior with strong willpower who could endure pain without showing any sign of

you here?”

because your

Wasn’t that referring to when

can’t tell if you’re complimenting or insulting me,”

you want to experience it too, then your Rolls-Royce can also

nodded his head approvingly while indulgingly saying, “Sure thing! As long as you’re happy, Miss Lawrence, material possessions mean nothing.” Everyone present felt emotional hearing this

aback by his gaze, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. But she refused to believe that Sam could fall for her after just

about it. I can’t afford your Rolls-Royce, I haven’t paid Miss Berry’s Porsche

friend and the woman he loved. Abbie’s pitiful crying only added to his frustration. “Kelvin…

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