Chapter 335: Living in Your Bedroom
Kelvin’s cold demeanor persisted as he forcefully grabbed Cheyenne’s blood-stained hand, guiding her to the bathroom in the room. Turning on the faucet, he dominantly held her injured hand under the running water in the sink.
Despite his stoic expression, the tight furrow of his eyebrows betrayed a sense of distress hidden beneath his dark eyes. He appeared eerily calm.
If it weren’t for Cheyenne’s internal reminder that Kelvin was the trap that she shouldn’t fall into again, she might have been moved by his current actions. Cheyenne resisted his hold, frowned at him, and the bright ceiling lights in the room illuminated the displeasure in her eyes.
“Kelvin, let me go. I’m a doctor; I can take care of it myself.”
However, Kelvin’s towering figure cast a shadow like a small mountain, enclosing her. He sternly commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
“Don’t move. The injury is on your right hand, and your left hand is not convenient. Don’t be stubborn.”
Left hand inconvenient? Cheyenne would show him what “stubborn” truly meant in the next second.
Swiftly withdrawing her hand, she turned and retrieved items such as gauze and bandages from a shelf, skillfully using her left hand to unscrew the cap of a bottle of antiseptic.
Biting open the packaging of a disposable cotton swab with her teeth, she even tied a neat butterfly knot while wrapping the bandage. All of this was done with her left hand, indistinguishable from her usual right-handed precision. She looked at Kelvin provocatively.
“I’ve already told you, I don’t need you!”
Once, a small injury would prompt her to act coquettishly, hoping he would talk to her and show some concern. With more wounds, she had become unafraid of pain. Even without Kelvin’s care, she would manage well, perhaps even better than before.
sharp sword piercing his heart,
he yearned to be her reliance, reminiscing about her pitiful demeanor when she used to lean on
with him, but now, with
the right time to strain his mind. Cheyenne and Kelvin kept old Mr. Foley company, chatting away. When they emerged from the bedroom around ten o’clock, Abbie was surprisingly still sitting in the living room, sipping
beside her, engaged in conversation, and when they
already late. I think it’s not convenient for Miss Berry to go back alone. How about letting her stay at
mentioned the ready room, her gaze intentionally shifted toward Cheyenne, containing a gloating undertone. However, Cheyenne’s phone rang at that moment, and she paid no attention to Emelia. It was Omari calling. Worried about any potential accidents, he had driven to the Foley
“Hello, Mr. Lara.”
was parked, its headlights on.
something she didn’t want him
called the security room at the entrance, his voice sending chills down
the entrance out of here
Yes, we’ll do
who were enjoying a late-night snack, had never expected to receive a call from Mr. Foley. They had been working there for five or six years, and their daily
on TikTok or watching dramas. With a monthly
minutes into the call, Cheyenne saw the black car leaving. She wondered why Omari drove
this happened, Kelvin turned away from everyone, smirking, and walked towards
Cheyenne had disappeared somewhere.
somewhat embarrassed Abbie still standing
room. To her surprise, as she pushed open the door, she heard the sound
long hair fell loosely behind her, and she stood barefoot on the beige plush carpet. Her ordinary
“Miss Lawrence, you’ve got the
he never stayed in his own room after finishing his business. His room was right next door. Even when taking a
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