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.

Kelvin. I just wanted to report to you about the

marks on Kelvin’s lips and the red marks

like signs

“But you were busy. I suppose Miss Lawrence did this. She

Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows at Vincent’s description of Cheyenne as a

he uttered words from his lips heavy

his expression clearly. It took several seconds before he pretended to be funny and spoke up. “Kelvin, you’re

Kelvin dismissed him with just a few words. “Let’s discuss

as if not wanting to discuss Cheyenne further, he left

lips into a cold smile and

It wasn’t him.

wound again.

back up, he heard a surprised voice from behind, “Master Kelvin? What

the morning, and normally he would wake up at 6:30 for his morning exercise

turned around and realized it was one of

a calm expression, “Is

the prepared food. “The sandwich is ready, but old Mr. Foley wants to drink yam porridge this morning, so it needs to be simmered a bit longer.” Kelvin usually just ate something simple in the morning, like a sandwich and

“Prepare century egg congee without green onions for her,

Her?

to Miss Lawrence. She nodded and smiled, agreeing to the request

turned his head and saw old Mr. Foley

glance, and

early? Young

More rest?

how his grandfather used to

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

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