Chapter 200: Vulgarity
Chapter 200: Vulgarity
Upon hearing his voice behind her, Cheyenne impatiently turned around and rolled her eyes. "Mr.
Foley, do you have anything else to say? Hurry up and spit it out so I can leave."
Kelvin had nothing to say, he just didn''t want to see her willingly fall into a downward spiral.
After thinking for a while, he finally spoke in amanding tone. "Don''te to ces like this
anymore."
Cheyenne found it amusing and crossed her arms with pride as she looked at him disdainfully.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"Kelvin, listen carefully, we''re done now and I don''t love you anymore! Goodbye!" The words "don''t
love" kept echoing in his mind like a curse.
He felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart as if he were being crushed by a boulder. It was an
unfamiliar feeling for him.
"How could you be like this, Cheyenne?" Clearly she was the one who intruded into his world first.
"I was the one who said ''I love you'' first but you didn''t care."
"I''ve been secretly loving you for eight years and married to you for three years. During these three
years, it''s been you that tore my heart apart piece by piece and trampled on my love for you."
"Kelvin, I''m tired. I don''t want to love you anymore." Only after getting drunk tonight did Cheyenne
speak candidly about how she felt inside.
Kelvin listened withplex emotions. He couldn''t bear it.
Eight years... She had secretly loved him for eight years? When did that happen?
"Cheyenne..." He couldn''t bring himself to say those three words: "I am sorry."
"Let go." She red at him coldly with slightly drunken eyes.
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"No," he replied firmly.
"What do you want from me?" Don''t tell her that he came looking for her because he fell in love with
her! Pfft! She no longer cared about him.
"Come with me!"
"Why?" She struggled against his grip but Kelvin lifted her up onto his shoulder again before
carrying her towards the car.
Like throwing away an old sack of potatoes, Kelvin dumped Cheyenne onto the back seat of the car
before ordering coldly, "Drive."
"Yes, Mr. Foley," Chris watched as Mr. Foley took charge dominantly; apuding inwardly at how
authoritative Mr. Foley appeared.
With one step on the gas pedal, they left the club.
Thinking that Kelvin had some ns for her, Cheyenne was surprised when he carried her to a
nearby hotel.
He pushed her onto the bed and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his suit jacket. His long, slender
fingers moved gracefully against the ck fabric.
"What do you want?" Cheyenne asked, her hands covering her chest as she backed away.
Seeing her cautious movements, Kelvin raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. "Don''t worry, I''m not
interested in you."
"Well, that''s a relief," Cheyenne retorted.
Without further exnation, he left the room and returned shortly with a ck bag. He tossed it in
front of her and ordered in a cold tone, "Change into this."
Cheyenne opened the bag and found a ck professional suit inside. She blushed and scoffed
sarcastically, "I had no idea, Mr. Foley, that you had this kind of quirk. Do you want me to wear this
to make love to you?"
"I''m okay with it. Anyway, I''ve worn more inviting clothes before."
Upon hearing this, Kelvin clenched his fists, ring at her coldly.
"Cheyenne, can''t you stop demeaning yourself?" he questioned.
"If you don''t want me to, then why bring me to a hotel? Don''t tell me it''s just for a cozy chat under
the covers," Cheyenne retorted. She suddenly sat up, extending a hand to touch his chest.
Her fingers lingered on his chest, and Kelvin''s mind was flooded with memories of countless
intimate moments they''d shared in the past.
''This damned woman is at it again,'' he thought.
"Cheyenne, let go!" he shouted in frustration.
"You men are all the same. Kelvin, I look down on you," Cheyenne said, smiling fearlessly and
meeting his gaze head-on.
She opened her red lips and let out a cold, emotionlessugh as she spoke, "Isn''t that right? You
are thinking about your childhood friend Miss Berry, but at the same time you have desires for my
body."
"It seems even someone as high and cold as you can''t escape the vulgarity between men and
women, can you?" she replied.
"Cheyenne, since you say that, I''ll show you what it means!"
She asked for it!
Kelvin pushed her against the wall and grabbed her delicate chin with one hand before kissing her
fiercely.
"Kelvin!" she protested.
"You provoked me first. You deserve this," he said before holding onto both of her wrists to prevent
any struggling while deepening the kiss.
It wasn''t really a kiss so much as it was like gnawing on pork knuckles. He didn''t know anything
about being gentle or tender towards a woman. This was their first kiss together, and both
Cheyenne and Kelvin were somewhat clumsy in their attempts at intimacy.
He never imagined himself pressing a woman against the wall like this just to kiss her.
Since he was a neat freak, he believed kissing meant sharing saliva with someone else which
seemed uneptable to him. But now his first impression of it was surprisingly sweet.
They lost themselves in each other during this vengeful kiss until Cheyenne couldn''t hold herself up
anymore; Kelvin slowly released her from his grip.
He ced the bag in front of her again and whispered softly, "Change into these clothes so we can
go to a party."
"Why should I?" Cheyenne had blushes on her face which entuated those watery eyes that
looked like they could speak for themselves.
She panted out in protest.
As for why Kelvin wanted them to go together, he blushed slightly when exining, "My grandfather
wants to see you."
Cheyenne nodded unexpectedly. "Alright then, I''ll go."
Even though they''ve been divorced for so long now, she hadn''t visited old Mr. Foley yet mainly
because she didn''t know how to face him who treated her like his own granddaughter.
When she agreed without hesitation, Kelvin finally breathed out a sigh of relief.