Chapter 387: Vulnerable Part

His fingers hooked onto a small zipper and as he pulled it up, he “accidentally” brushed her tender back with his palm.

Cheyenne’s face flushed, and she felt like an ant on a hot pan, restless and annoyed.

That bastard did it on purpose!

He didn’t need to look to know that Cheyenne was definitely cursing at him in her mind. Kelvin gazed at the fading beautiful scenery in front of him, his eyes deep and pitiful. “Sorry,” he began, sounding regretful. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You were peeking?” Cheyenne puffed her cheeks and turned to look at him, her chestnut hair cascading down to her chest. She wore a gorgeous pink robe that made her look like a beauty stepping out of the

era.

Her eyes shimmered with radiance, even in her anger.

Kelvin couldn’t help but stare for a second, then coughed awkwardly. “No, I was looking at your shadow and noticed you couldn’t zip it up. Cheyenne, have you gained weight?”

Shadow?

Cheyenne finally noticed that the sunlight outside cast her shadow on the wall, clear like a shadow puppet on a curtain.

Damn it!

Kelvin quickly raised his hands. “I didn’t see anything! I turned around because you didn’t move for a long time. I swear on my honor…” Upon hearing this, she disdainfully scoffed, “What honor do you have? Spare me the bullshit and hurry up, change your clothes and leave.” This time, she turned her back to him.

refused to look

because Cheyenne was very

of were the times she “tried every means” to get him to undress

to see his body very much, so even in the bathroom,

from exhaustion, naturally,

wasn’t interested in him

she had

the thought of this, Kelvin’s

voice sounded hoarse. “Cheyenne, can

holding

her head, her neck now a shade of

and innocent reaction and couldn’t help but curl his lips. “These pants are new. The stitches on the buttons haven’t been cut, so

red. She squinted her eyes and looked at him, saying, “Can’t you just cut

a calm tone, “It used to be the

“I’m not your servant!”

my wife. But my hand is hurting, don’t forget… my arm

do you know what you’re saying? It’s

him, “Ex-wife! Mr. Foley, don’t forget, it

she turned around to look for

scissors, but there was a kitchen knife on

to pick

dumbfounded by her imposing and aggressive manner. Was she so angry that

his handsome face, he said, “Cheyenne, I just forgot it, but you don’t have to kill me, do

and tried to cut open the

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