Chapter 354: That’s the Day We Got Engaged

‘What?’

Cheyenne was so startled by his words that the candied hawthorn in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.

The translucent sugar coating on the hawthorn shattered on the dusty surface, quickly attracting a swarm of black ants. Cheyenne felt a sense of regret; only four remained.

Sam chuckled and proactively handed his candied hawthorn to her, ‘Miss Lawrence, feel free to have mine.’

He had only eaten one.

Past lessons had taught him: taste the good things, savor the flavor, but don’t indulge.

She still had an unopened string of candied hawthorns in her hand, reserved for Benson. He was from Onistead, and having been in Akloit for three years without returning, he must have missed this nostalgic taste.

After a moment’s hesitation, Cheyenne accepted the candied hawthorn he offered, smiling at him with a touch of self-mockery, ‘I was supposed to treat you to candied hawthorns, but in the end… you paid, and I’m the one eating.’

‘What does it matter? Watching you eat makes it sweet for me too.’

These slightly ambiguous and tender words slipped into Kelvin’s ears and penetrated his heart, stirring waves of bitterness and anger.

He was very familiar with Sam, who was handsome, elegant, noble, carrying a gentle and melancholic prince-like aura. In this world, there were only a few women worthy of him.

Sam detested women to the point of fear. Many noble ladies pursued him, but none left with a smile.

Sam willingly giving money to her, personally escorting her home, and generously treating her when

Why?

did it have to

friend, surged in his heart. With a slight parting of his lips, he warned her

seemed to ignore his words, biting into the

place are you in to be

you want to eat? Go buy

How could this idiot

in his clear and gentle eyes as he spoke softly,

‘Get lost!’

about his candied hawthorns? He was angry about why he

irritable and icy demeanor didn’t anger Sam. He stood there gracefully,

sweets. But why are you holding…

seem to enjoy desserts that only young girls

her hand, and

answered her question, ‘Today is July

the bamboo stick. ‘Oh, it’s Miss Berry’s

her face, as if seeing flowers bloom in late spring or early summer, feeling an inexplicable heaviness in his heart. ‘Miss Lawrence, you

‘Alright, I have some things to do. Let’s say our goodbyes.

need, I’m used to being

hawthorn she dropped on the ground moments ago lay there, a bit of

he spoke towards her retreating figure, ‘It’s not for

Cheyenne, have you forgotten?

was the day we got

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