Chapter 392: Sister-in-law

He took the initiative to greet Kelvin.

“Kelvin.”

“Yeah.”

After a casual response, Kelvin lifted his foot to go downstairs, wearing nothing underneath his black bathrobe.

In the fleeting moment of brushing past each other, a large hand suddenly grabbed his right arm, seemingly unintentional but forcefully.

Kelvin muttered in his heart, enduring the pain shooting up his arm, while his deep-set eyes turned icy cold.

His voice was low and hoarse.

“What’s the matter?”

Vincent didn’t notice anything amiss and couldn’t help but feel puzzled… Wasn’t that guy Kelvin?

The person in front of him was emanating hints of an imminent outburst. He brushed off Vincent’s hand, his tone indifferent. “Your hand is all sweaty.”

It was evident that he was repulsed.

The man’s gaze flickered for a moment. The hall was not lit, only the dim daylight from outside seeping in. He lifted his head again, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face.

He withdrew his hand and wiped it on the white towel in front of him.

to you about the StarJoy project I’m

marks on Kelvin’s lips and the

like signs of

became ambiguous, and he chuckled lightly. “But you were busy. I suppose Miss Lawrence did this. She really is a

at Vincent’s description of Cheyenne as a “wildcat,” his face

his lips heavy with a warning.

several seconds before he pretended to be funny and spoke up. “Kelvin, you’re really stingy. Looks like you

a few words. “Let’s discuss work matters at the

as if not wanting to discuss

his lips into a cold

It wasn’t him.

look at his arm, which was bleeding from the wound again. Cheyenne had used acupuncture to quickly reduce inflammation and applied a layer of white powder, so she didn’t

was pulling his collar back up, he heard a surprised voice from

morning, and normally he would wake up at 6:30 for his morning exercise and come back to have breakfast

realized it was one of the housemaids responsible for

with a calm expression, “Is there anything to

brought out the prepared food. “The sandwich is ready, but old Mr. Foley wants to drink yam porridge this morning, so it needs

“Prepare century egg congee without green onions

Her?

referred to Miss Lawrence. She nodded and smiled,

breakfast, he turned his head and saw

exchanged a glance, and the old man

up so early? Young

More rest?

he recalled how his grandfather used to

the evening, his grandfather would make him run a lap around

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