Chapter 525: Respect Me

Cheyenne was so full, all thanks to the affluent breakfast. She didn’t want to waste the food, so she ate it all. And the culprit behind it all was still teasing her with delight.

“Cheyenne, if you marry me and your belly becomes this big when you’re pregnant, I will take good care of you and our daughter.”

Omari loved baby girls and especially wanted a daughter who looked exactly like Cheyenne. She would be his everything, and he would do anything for her.

But all Cheyenne heard was him mocking her for being fat, and she felt embarrassed.

“Shut up! Since you’re done cleaning up, just leave. I’m going to sleep.”

She said as she slowly made her way towards the room on the second floor.

“Huh? Cheyenne, you’re so heartless. I came all the way from Onistead to find you.”

Cheyenne pretended not to hear, but before leaving, she didn’t forget to tell him, “Take out the trash on your way out, thanks.”

Omari was speechless.

Suddenly, a refined and handsome young man appeared on the street, attracting the attention of many onlookers. He appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with soft chestnut-colored medium-length hair, half of it tied up in a bun while the other half draped over his shoulder. His fair and flawless complexion, without any blemishes or visible pores, gave him an exceptional charm.

modified clothing with a classical touch. A long linen shirt paired with wide black trousers. A gust of wind lifted a corner of his shirt, revealing

in the man’s hand surprised the onlookers, causing them to shake their heads in pity. It was a

stared blankly ahead, yet everyone could

through the air. He had spent a long time learning how to make this soup, and last time, Cheyenne drank

been working tirelessly without rest,

Benson had just arrived at the entrance of Cheyenne’s office when the ringtone from his pocket suddenly sounded. It

handsome face showing a touch of contemplation and seriousness. He ultimately gave up

the previous competition, her reputation had soared. People were starting to come to her

was someone passing by and didn’t pay much attention. It wasn’t until Mr. Owen came to find her, happily carrying a blue thermos cup, tha

gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble with

forehead and leaned back in the chair.

hearing Kyson’s remark, she furrowed her delicate eyebrows and responded softly, “Don’t defame my

placed a thermos on her

She glanced at the cup and chuckled quietly, “Mr. Owen, I can’t believe it. You still have such childish moments.

twitch at the corner of Mr. Owen’s lips; he only had Leah as a granddaughter

Since it’s

Yes, she remembered. She bought this cute animal-shaped therme’s for

had just said, Cheyenne felt a stinging sensation

was lost

contemplation, Kyson had opened

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chicken soup. He nodded appreciatively, “Impressive. You can tell it’s carefully made. I don’t know who

Owen, maybe you should use this time to help your good

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