Chapter 394: Indifference

Kelvin felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment as he watched her enjoy her meal so heartily. A contented smile, reminiscent of an old father, appeared on his face. He casually pulled out a tissue and gracefully wiped his hands, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on Cheyenne. Unconsciously, a trace of indulgent smile played on his lips.

Unable to resist, he reminded her, “Take it slow.”

“Mm-hmm,” Cheyenne responded.

Feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze, Cheyenne turned her body towards the other side and hastily stuffed more food into her mouth. Within minutes, she had finished the bowl of porridge, but she was still only half full. Licking her rosy lips, her hands cradling the empty bowl, she looked at him with her deep, watery eyes, saying nothing.

Kelvin couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. He reached out with a large hand and gently stroked her long hair, showing an inexplicable tenderness. Startled, she widened her eyes and hurriedly moved away from his touch. With narrowed eyes and a cold tone, she said, “Don’t touch me.”

It seemed that she truly disliked him.

Kelvin felt an indescribable frustration, and awkwardly withdrew his hand. “Sorry, I only wanted to help you fix your hair, as it was a bit messy.”

Her hair was messy?

Cheyenne waved it off, resembling an elderly man, and thrusted the bowl into his hands, saying, “Another one.”

continue helping her pick out the

question directly, Kelvin countered, “What about you? Why did you go to

had never done anything too outrageous. She shouldn’t have any ties with TWILIGHT. Cheyenne hesitated for a moment. After satisfying her hunger and thirst, her craving for cigarettes emerged. She tapped her fingers rhythmically on

a cigarette

a young

she used to not

Cheyenne sneered, stood up, and boldly placed her knees on Kelvin’s lap. Looking down at him with dominance, a hint of mockery in her tone, she exhaled softly, “I stopped being a

need to lift his head to see her fair face. The coldness and disdain in her eyes

her seat on the

flame reflected in her dark, shining eyes. With a provocative and self-satisfied smile, she raised one leg, crossing it over the other.

placed the lighter back on the table and leaned slightly

you for the

when he thought of Cheyenne sleeping.

seductive act earlier had merely been

blue smoke enveloped her petite face, blurring her features.

mischievous and caused trouble, but when she

close, perhaps… was during those three days at

three dark days, where he could shamelessly gaze at

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