Chapter 150: Young And Naive


    Chapter 150: Young and Naive


    Although she was itching with hatred, she had topromise as her waist got hurt. She grabbed


    the handkerchief he handed over with her fair and tender hands, exerting a lot of effort just to steady


    herself. She breathed out a sigh of relief.


    "Thank you. By the way, what''s your name, handsome?" Cheyenne asked.


    Sam casually folded the well-made handkerchief and threw it into the nearby trash can. Cheyenne


    widened her eyes and pursed her lips in anger.


    "... Do you have to be so exaggerated?"


    His face turned slightly red as his features became even more handsome in his blue suit that


    exuded an air of high-end quality.


    "Sam Hurst. Miss Lawrence, you can call me Sam."


    Sam? The image of three people on Kelvin''s desk came into Cheyenne''s mind - Kelvin in the


    middle, a young man wearing a sweater and white shirt on his left side with blonde hair and gentle


    smile; strangely enough, there was no head for the person on their right side which seemed cut off


    from the picture.


    She had asked him about that picture before. Kelvin got annoyed by her questions and finally


    answered her.


    The young man in the sweater was named Sam, his good friend.


    As for the person whose head was cut off in the photo, no matter how much Cheyenne asked,


    Kelvin refused to reveal his name and even pushed her out of the study. When she returned to the


    study, the photo was gone, presumably hidden by him.


    "Miss Lawrence? What are you thinking about?" Sam smiled lightly as he waved his hand in front of


    Cheyenne''s eyes.


    Cheyenne snapped back to reality with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth before shing him


    a bright and sweet smile. "I''m just wondering how someone like you could be friends with someone


    like Kelvin."


    Hearing Cheyenne mention Kelvin in a disdainful tone made Sam curious and gently ask, "Why do


    you say that?"


    "You''re good-looking except forcking gentlemanly manners while Kelvin is such an arrogant


    cheapskate who acts like everyone owes him millions," Cheyenne said disdainfully. "He hardly talks


    ormunicates because he has such an unsociable personality which makes being around him


    extremely boring."


    A hint of darkness shed through Sam''s eyes while his lips curved elegantly as he spoke clearly


    yet charmingly, "Miss Lawrence, well, since he''s so terrible, why did you choose him in the first


    ce?"


    Cheyennemented with a regretful expression on her stunning face and sneered. "It''s all because I


    was young and naive."


    "Well... Miss Lawrence, actually I wanted to say..." Kelvin is right behind you!


    "If I had a chance to start over again, I would never choose someone like Kelvin," she continued.


    As soon as she finished speaking, the air around them seemed to drop several degrees as if they


    had entered winter early. Or maybe it was just because the air conditioning was too low.


    "Achoo!" She sneezed and felt a sudden chill on her hand.


    Sam looked like he was facing an enemy with bulging veins on his forehead and a hint of coldness


    in his eyes.


    "Master Sam, I''m sorry; the air conditioning is turned too low."


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    "It''s okay," Sam replied stiffly.


    ''Really okay? Why does he look so terrified?'' Cheyenne thought.


    The next moment, Cheyenne saw that elegant and gentle man fleeing towards the door, almost


    tripping over himself. And then she saw what caused this icy atmosphere - Kelvin!


    Kelvin red at her with cold deep-set eyes, and the simmering anger on his well-defined,


    handsome face was evident.


    He was dressed in a ck suit that wrapped around his slender limbs. His figure was tall and


    elegant without appearing too thin. From head to toe, he exuded both refinement and dominance,


    making people involuntarily submit to him.


    And by his side stood Abbie, someone whom Cheyenne never wanted to see again in her life!


    Abbie wore an insincere smile on her fair face as if enjoying watching the show before saying


    gently, "Kelvin, who would have thought that Miss Lawrence would be talking behind your back?


    Don''t be angry; she didn''t mean it."


    Listening to these hypocritical words made Cheyenne feel nauseous enough that she almost


    vomited out what she ate earlier!


    She raised her smiling face confidently without any sense of guilt for talking behind someone''s


    back.


    "Save your phony words; that''s what I believe. Mr. Foley, if you are angry and want revenge against


    me for my words, thene after me when my injuries heal. After all, bullying a disableddy is not


    the act of a gentleman."


    Kelvin took a step forward and looked down at her with aggressive eyes. His voice was mixed with


    a hint of annoyance as he said, "Cheyenne, is this how you treat your lifesaver?"


    "Lifesaver?"


    She looked skeptical with her beautiful eyebrows furrowed lightly, "What kind of lifesaver are you to


    me?"


    "You!"


    This ungrateful woman had actually forgotten his favor of saving her life.


    If he hadn''t shown up in time, she might have been captured by that group of people and her life


    would be in danger now.


    ''Now that she''s out of danger, it seems she''s not acknowledging that, right?''


    Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her delicate, fair wrist, exerting a slight force. Watching her


    face crinkle with pain, he finally felt a bit relieved. Such an ungrateful foolish woman, she deserved


    the pain!


    "Let go!" her clear voice coldly eximed; she stared at him with a pair of innocent watery eyes, like


    a little angry female cat which showed its sharp ws.


    "You were intercepted by someone, if it weren''t for me..."


    He hadn''t finished speaking when a sudden cry behind him interrupted his words, leaving the


    remaining few words stuck in his throat.


    A figure suddenly bumped into him, pushing Kelvin to the side.


    "Cheyenne, you scared me. I didn''t see you in the hospital room and thought something happened


    to you. Let me check, are you okay?"


    In the dimly lit cafeteria, Omari''s skin appeared cold and pale, his lips were rosy, and he wore a pair


    of gold-rimmed sses on his straight nose. He exuded the vibe of an elitewyer, catching the


    eyes of those around him.


    The worry in his eyes warmed Cheyenne''s heart, but she shook her head and said, "I''m fine. I just


    sprained my waist..."


    Upon hearing that, Omari raised one hand and reached towards her waist while muttering, "You''re


    still saying you''re fine? Your waist is so slim. I am really upset to hear that. How are you feeling now,


    does it hurt?"


    Kelvin stared at Omari''s hand, but luckily Cheyenne blocked it just as it was about to touch her


    waist.


    Kelvin finally breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his gaze.