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.

I just wanted to report to you about the StarJoy project I’m in charge

indented marks on Kelvin’s lips and

like signs of

lightly. “But you were busy.

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

words from his lips heavy with a

and spoke up. “Kelvin, you’re really

Kelvin dismissed him with just a few words. “Let’s discuss work matters at the

if not wanting to discuss Cheyenne further, he left in

back turned, Vincent curved his lips into a

It wasn’t him.

take a 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 cover the wound with thick bandages

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

normally he would wake up at 6:30 for his morning exercise and come back to have breakfast at 7. He

realized it was one of the housemaids responsible for

a calm expression,

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

century

Her?

maid quickly realized that “her” referred to Miss Lawrence. She nodded

his head and

a glance, and the

up so early? Young people should get more

More rest?

twitched as he recalled how his grandfather used to wake him up at 6 o’clock

his

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