Chapter 431: Pillow Talk

Only heaven knows how long it took for someone as proud as Kelvin to utter such self-deprecating words.

Being the most eligible bachelor in Akloit, combined with his striking looks and model-like physique bestowed upon him by the heavens, he was surrounded by no shortage of admirers.

Countless women offered themselves to him…

Even though Kelvin, like other successful men, kept a string of lovers, it was nothing more than a scandalous rumor in other people’s mouths.

He had the qualifications for it.

However, his abstinence prevented him from having any lingering affairs in his life, except for the occasional exception with Abbie due to a mix of sympathy and pity.

As proud as he was, he could never bring himself to pursue someone like this, let alone express his desire so boldly.

Cheyenne, however, treated his words as delusional rambling, laughing coldly and bluntly rejecting him at the door.

“Kelvin, I don’t recall you losing your mind,” she remarked.

With that, she roughly grabbed his suit collar and yanked it downward.

The black jacket peeled away, leaving him in a white shirt that showcased his handsome face, with features resembling a work of art, exuding a cold and ethereal aura like a natural aristocrat.

His well-built chest filled out the shirt, perfectly fitting the stereotype of looking slim with clothes on but having muscle when unclothed.

If it were before, Cheyenne would have already clung onto him with both hands.

Kelvin’s eyes, she was naturally rebellious, arrogant,

more passionate and sincere when it came to matters of love, showing her true

she pretended to be indifferent, standing to the side with a professional gaze, looking at him just like those lifeless props in

lacked

and petite chin, applying just enough pressure to make her look up at

voice sounded angrily in her ear as he stared at her in disbelief, “Cheyenne, stop pretending. Aren’t you infatuated with that kind of sophisticated, cold, and passionate love?” And he fulfilled precisely those

thick lashes and focused on his hand, gripping his wrist with her small, fair, and smooth

free from his

reached unprecedented heights as she looked at

towards a nearby shelf, stating, “Kelvin, let’s just leave it

just leave it at

these words didn’t seem to

felt as if

realize her worth

pressed into a

hand bulged, and his fingertips

hoarse voice, he called

Start afresh?

those words, Cheyenne mercilessly interrupted him, returning with her medical box, her face expressionless as

please

as

Kelvin was like being crawled over by a myriad of ants, but in the end, he

even though Kelvin possessed the physique and appearance she desired, he had become

arrogantly lying on her bed, wearing her nightgown. Her delicate fingers, slightly cool to the touch, pressed against Kelvin’s arm as she glanced

keep in mind. It had been almost four days since they left TWILIGHT, and Kelvin’s wound showed no signs of improvement.

That was why he had forgotten.

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