Chapter 710: Peach Blossom

In this generation, he and Charlotte were the only ones who could survive for five days in the shrine.

Benson's original name was Darren Miller, he never wanted others to call him than.

The blood of the Miller family in his body was, in fact, a kind of restraint for him.

Only in Cheyenne's eyes was he always a complete person.

He was just Benson, not the killer Shane, nor the young master Darren of the Miller family.

Although Kelvin didn't like him, being abroad, he could only nod.

Because he didn't understand advanced sorcery.

But he believed that Benson's feelings for Cheyenne were genuine, he wouldn't harm her.

"Take good care of Cheyenne, I have some things to attend to, so I'll leave first."

As he left, Benson took a final glance at the sleeping Cheyenne, his lips curling into a faint smile, before turning and leaving.

The room now only had Kelvin and Cheyenne, quiet as if the world was just born anew.

He had planned to stay until she woke up.

Suddenly receiving a text from Chris, Kelvin's expression turned grave and hesitant after reading it.

moments of contemplation, he decided to

a moment, you just wait for me to

instructed, he bent down and planted a light

about to take a step

at the fair hand that held onto

"Cheyenne..."

hint of disbelief, almost instinctively, a reddish glint

hand revealing faint blue veins, exceptionally beautiful. Lifting his gaze,

eyelashes, like tiny fans, cast an elegant curve beneath the dark eyes, complementing her delicate brows and

feel a moment of disappointment,

large, sturdy hand grasped Cheyenne's small hand, thinking he could easily pull

unexpectedly took

him very tight, despite

a hint of helplessness and indulgent faint smile

something urgent I need to deal with. I'll be

He desperately missed her!

effect, she did obediently retract her

stared at her completely adorable sleeping posture, unexpectedly melting inexplicably

if the baby in Cheyenne's belly was a

she looked like her and was as well-behaved and obedient. He would

again, reminding him that time could

sighed deeply, lifting his long and strong legs, resolutely heading towards the

the bedside just as the door creaked shut, buried

a peculiar guest. His face concealed behind a silver mask. The man's towering figure seemed to diminish the space as

intent was clear as he bypassed the main hall and headed directly for the dark-clothed man standing by the curved

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