She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 741: It's a Free Service Anyway

If it weren't for the mask covering his face, Cheyenne would have surely seen the rare, radiant smile on his face.

Instead of reaching for his clothes, Kelvin grabbed a hairdryer and walked over to her outstretched hand. With his rough and broad hands, he gently lifted her hair, which cascaded like waves, his slender fingers running through her strands.

He remembered the days he spent with Cheyenne on the deserted island. Since they didn't have a comb, he used to help her comb her hair just like this, using his hands instead. Cheyenne was ruthless not only towards others but also towards herself. When her hair got tangled while combing, she would stubbornly pull at it, even if it meant gritting her teeth. Kelvin couldn't help but find it amusing and slightly exasperating to see her grimacing like that. He had never seen any woman as rough around the edges as she was.

However, their current circumstances were completely different from before. Whereas his actions used to be somewhat forced, now they were entirely voluntary.

Cheyenne initially wanted to refuse his offer to help, but since Kelvin took the initiative, she had no reason to decline. After all, it was a free service.

She had done many things for him before and never received any praise in return. Now it was his turn to do something for her, even if it was just combing her hair. She considered it a cheap favor. The hardships of pregnancy could only be understood by pregnant women themselves, and most men often enjoyed the benefits without experiencing any discomfort.

Kelvin treated every strand of her hair with great tenderness. With his head slightly lowered, the silver mask on his face caught the light, creating a contrasting effect. Cheyenne didn't dare to meet his gaze, but she could feel the indulgence in his actions, which warmed her heart.

Lifting her eyes to the silver mask on Kelvin's face, Cheyenne furrowed her delicate eyebrows.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asked.

She thought he was blow-drying her hair very seriously and hadn't expected him to notice her slight confusion from merely furrowing her brows.

How could he not notice? Her image filled the corners of his eyes.

Cheyenne snapped out of her thoughts and stared at him in the mirror with shimmering eyes. Parting her rosy lips, she spoke softly.

"You don't need to wear a mask in the room."

Kelvin momentarily paused his movements, his hands suddenly tightening with nervousness.

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I might startle you and the baby. If you don't like it, I'll change the mask," he anxiously replied.

"What kind of mask do you like? Something cute or more dashing?" he said, earnestly wanting to appease her, which made Cheyenne laugh and cry at the same time. She bit her lip, caught in a dilemma. Should she pity Kelvin a little?

"You don't need to wear a mask, just be yourself," she finally said.

person, maneuvering the business world, controlling

she meant. His chest warmed, and his eye sockets

I am no longer the CEO of the

know," Cheyenne

no longer have

earn it all

face

miserably, "I can't compare to Mr. Lara and Master Iker. Will you

Kelvin cared so much about his appearance. She

under her breath, she quipped, "Even without a disfigured face, you were never as

Kelvin was speechless.

he quickly calmed down his jealousy, his gaze lingering on Cheyenne's

have a child with Cheyenne, but

his greatest

hair, Kelvin playfully braided a twist in her

It looked really ugly!

it was about to come undone. He was about to take it apart and start anew when she

bother fussing with it, I'm tired. I want to sleep, go

silently vowing to learn how to braid

would do it for both mother

finished her

her cute white furry slippers and returned to the

bed, curling up under

blanket.

instructed

and his face revealed

back, the little one had cocooned herself in the blanket, her beautiful eyes gently

walked into the bathroom with the clothes, quickly showered, and changed into a

front of the mirror, Kelvin carefully examined his face and ultimately decided not

Cheyenne ordered earlier and returning to his

most of the space on the two-meter-wide bed, like a

in the corner against the wall, looking