She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 393: His Unexpected Gentleness

Kelvin finished his breakfast gracefully and quickly, but was still forced to drink half a bowl of chicken soup.

When Cheyenne woke up, she smelled the fragrant aroma of chicken soup and saw Kelvin sitting alone at the table, enjoying his meal.

“Gurgle…”

An awkward sound came, and Cheyenne’s face turned crimson. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself, curling up within it.

Kelvin was dumbfounded by this series of actions, but once he realized what was happening, he couldn’t help but smile. It turned out that beneath her cool and lazy demeanor, she was still just that adorable little girl.

Walking over in his slippers, with his two somewhat sexy long legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze filled with a hint of delight as he looked at the bulging blanket. “Alright, I won’t make fun of you. Come out and eat something.”

A muffled voice came from under the blanket, “If you laugh, then you’re a dog!”

Hearing this, Kelvin couldn’t help but twitch his eye corner.

How could the heir of the Foley family and the richest man in Akloit admit to being a dog?

He quickly cleared his throat, adjusted his mood, and nodded solemnly. “Hmm, I really didn’t laugh at you. You’ve been hungry for a while. Get up and eat a bit before sleeping.”

Only then did Cheyenne peek her head out from under the blanket, her long chestnut hair in a messy and unruly state.

Her watery apricot eyes seemed to speak, with a few strands of chestnut hair accidentally hanging on her red lips. Her innocent and bewitching expression made Kelvin’s heart skip a beat.

But she had no idea how tempting she looked, and she casually uncovered the blanket, preparing to get up. The pink embroidered dress with a high slit revealed her two slender and white legs, like a staple of a comic book character.

were about to touch the ground, Kelvin used his left hand to grab

already feeling hungry with an empty stomach. In this position, her head hanging down caused the blood to flow in the opposite direction… Just as

you

down, I can walk on my

but he still didn’t put her down, and

your feet getting

washbasin and once she sat firmly, Cheyenne glared at him angrily before her

glass on the countertop with geometric designs, featuring a small cat image. The cat curled its tail and lay on the ground, extending its cute furry paw to hold a

blue color with an image of a smiling and

bewildered. Was this something Mr. Foley would use? Wasn’t he

three years ago. He saw this award-winning set of couple cups while on a business trip.

fate, he had engraved “CL” on the cups. By the time he realized what he had done, it was too late to regret. He had no choice but to buy the cups and casually pack them in his luggage on the

naturally, she

he accidentally opened a drawer and discovered this quiet set of cups lying inside. They hadn’t been touched in three years, and even the unopened

brought in the cooked century egg porridge. Kelvin embarrassingly lifted his foot and walked towards the door, instructing

“Okay,” Cheyenne replied.

confused. Perhaps he felt guilty because

focus on freshening up. Cheyenne picked up the pink cup and filled it with water. As she lowered her head to

down for a

maid and found that it contained green onion, which made him a

wrong with you? Didn’t I say that she doesn’t eat onions,

pale as she repeatedly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Foley, I forgot. Should I

Forget it, you

“Yes,” the maid replied.

young master was truly terrifying.