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

very honest and indeed didn’t

all he could think of were the times she “tried every means” to get

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

fainted from exhaustion, naturally,

Cheyenne wasn’t interested in him

had seen someone

Kelvin’s heart

his voice sounded hoarse. “Cheyenne,

to see him holding his pants. A black fabric was faintly

umm… She quickly turned her head,

her shy and innocent reaction and couldn’t help but curl his lips. “These pants are new. The

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

replied in a calm tone, “It used to

“I’m not your servant!”

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

do you know what

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

she turned around to look for

couldn’t find any sign of scissors, but there was a kitchen knife

but to pick up the kitchen knife and

imposing and aggressive manner. Was she so angry that she wanted to

said, “Cheyenne, I

waistband of his pants, not being rough, and tried to cut open the stitch

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