Chapter 433: You’ll Die Ten Years Earlier Than Me
In broad daylight, if people outside were to find out that she and Kelvin were doing it in her office, she might as well quit her job at the hospital.
The soundproofing of this room was not good, so Cheyenne could only bite Kelvin’s shoulder fiercely, venting all her anger on him.
She continued until her mouth was filled with the taste of sweet, metallic blood, yet she showed no signs of letting go.
Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, helplessly staring at her thick, flowing hair that swayed like ripples. “Cheyenne, go easy.”
“Easy my foot! If it hurts, we both feel the pain. Who’s afraid of who?”
Reluctantly, he carried her and walked towards the office desk, gently brushing aside the files on top to make room for her to sit. “It shouldn’t hurt like this now, you pampered girl.”
When his gaze fell upon the red marks on her fair shoulder, a hint of tenderness flickered in his deep-set eyes, softening his actions. Cheyenne closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth. She tried to convince herself that she had paid for the services of a handsome gigolo.
Time passed, and the fragmented sounds in the director’s office finally quieted down. Kelvin sat on a chair, holding the exhausted woman in his arms. Large beads of sweat dripped down his broad forehead, sliding across his straight nose and landing on Cheyenne’s delicate shoulder.
Finally, he lightly kissed it, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.
Cheyenne was too exhausted to even lift a finger. She slumped on his shoulder, lacking the energy to do anything except give Kelvin some instructions. “Tissue.”
“Mhm.”
Stretching out his long arm, he pulled out a tissue from the box on the desk. Just when Cheyenne was about to reach out to take it, Kelvin personally wiped the sweat off her. “I can do it myself.”
always feeling that something was off. The man pursed his lips and smiled lightly at her. His cold, stern eyes stared at her delicate face and he couldn’t help but hold her hand
let me do
ordering Kelvin around to wipe her sweat, help her put on clothes, and tidy up the
her pink and
to be
of the Foley Group, when
room was still filled with an intense and peculiar scent. When he looked at her, her bones
immediately turned cold. “You can
curl up,
bridges. Hadn’t she been
really are
those words, Cheyenne lazily stretched out her hand, her eyes fixed on her fair arm, covered in bite marks.
what I learned from
lowered his head in silence, his gaze fixed on the white floor tiles… Countless hot nights floated in his mind, seemingly every time, it was indeed him who left first. Crossing his arms over his chest, he straightened his spine and looked
it won’t
became even darker, and she stared at him with wide eyes,
sentence, “Of course, because in this world, there are only two types of men. Me and all
down, not giving him any respect at all. “Ha, Mr. Foley, you’re already twenty-eight. In two more years, you might be
was instantly dark. “Cheyenne, are you calling me
chin, propping her cheek with her delicate hand as she nodded. “Indeed, I
and continued to stir the flames. “Although I’m not a seventeen or
you’re thirty. That’s a whole ten-year difference. In other words, you’ll die ten
Ten years…
3, 600
He wasn’t angry with Cheyenne but was seriously pondering her words. He had to admit that he was indeed seven and a half years older than her, which meant their time together would be reduced by seven and a half
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