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

Cheyenne was very honest

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

his body very much, so even in the bathroom, as wicked as he was,

fainted from exhaustion, naturally,

now, Cheyenne wasn’t interested

had

this, Kelvin’s heart throbbed with pain, aching

his voice sounded hoarse. “Cheyenne, can you do

Cheyenne turned to look at him, only to see him holding his pants. A black fabric was faintly visible beneath his white

She quickly turned her head, her neck now a

lips. “These pants are new. The stitches on the buttons haven’t been cut, so they can’t be

eyes and looked at him, saying,

a calm tone, “It used to be the

“I’m not your servant!”

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

do you know what you’re saying?

don’t forget, it was you who forced

she said that, she turned around

any sign of scissors, but there was a kitchen knife on the

pick

manner. Was

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

the waistband of his pants, not being rough, and tried to cut open the stitch with the blade of the kitchen knife in the

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