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.

trousers. A gust of wind lifted a corner of

onlookers, causing them to shake their heads in pity. It was a shame that such a handsome

yet everyone could still sense

soup seemed to waft through the

been working tirelessly without rest, so Benson specially made the chicken soup and brought it

his face, Benson had just arrived at the entrance of Cheyenne’s office when the ringtone from his pocket suddenly sounded. It was a sad and lingering piano melody – “Wedding in a

and seriousness. He ultimately gave up on knocking on the door, placed the chicken soup outside Cheyenne’s office, and turned to

had soared. People were starting to come

pay much attention. It wasn’t until Mr. Owen came to find

lady, you seem to have gotten yourself into quite a

swollen forehead and leaned back in the chair. She relaxed her

and responded softly, “Don’t defame

a

chuckled quietly, “Mr. Owen, I can’t believe it. You still have such childish moments. Did you steal this thermos from one of your grandsons

of Mr. Owen’s lips; he only had Leah

Since it’s not yours,

thermos, Cheyenne took a closer look. Oh my god! This seemed to be Benson’s Yes, she remembered. She bought this cute animal-shaped therme’s for ten bucks from a street vendor and gave it to Benson as a gift, hoping he would drink more

had just said, Cheyenne felt a stinging sensation on

she was lost in

contemplation, Kyson had opened

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

should use this time to help your good granddaughter Miss

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