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, and

to matters of love, showing her true self down to her

the side with a professional gaze, looking at

that Cheyenne lacked any

petite chin, applying just enough pressure to make her look

stop pretending. Aren’t you infatuated with that kind

his hand, gripping

free

reached unprecedented heights as she looked

a nearby shelf, stating, “Kelvin, let’s just leave it at this. I did

just leave it at

these words didn’t

felt as if his heart had been ripped to

realize her

tightly pressed into a straight line, his

the back of his hand bulged, and his fingertips

somewhat hoarse voice, he called out her name, “Cheyenne, can’t

Start afresh?

returning with her medical box, her face expressionless as she

Foley, please

as if

ants, but in the end, he chose to sit down, pulling down a corner of his shirt

strong aversion to dirty men, and even though Kelvin possessed the physique and appearance

could never forget the sight of Abbie arrogantly lying on her bed, wearing her nightgown. Her delicate fingers, slightly cool to

she asked. She vividly remembered giving Chris all the necessary supplies and instructing him on what to keep in mind. It had been almost four days since they left TWILIGHT, and Kelvin’s wound showed no signs of improvement. In fact, it had

had forgotten. “Even if you were busy, shouldn’t you have changed the dressing?

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