Chapter 228: Cheyenne, I''Ve Seen You A Long Time Ago
Chapter 228: Cheyenne, I''ve Seen You a Long Time Ago
Oh my god!
If those people knew they spent three hundred million to kill a delicate young woman, he wondered
what their expressions would be like.
With a task to finish, Jerry stayed up again.
When his roommates were all asleep, he used a shlight in his mouth and ced hisputer
under the covers. His eyes were fixed on the screen of code while his fingers moved quickly and
rhythmically on the keyboard like a robot.
He struggled to keep his heavy eyelids open for fear of making mistakes due to drowsiness.
In the dark night, handsome men always stay upte.
After hanging up the phone, Cheyenne took afortable shower and slept well because Kelvin
had been bothering her for three days straight without giving her much rest at all.
On the same night, under the light of a full moon, the reflection of a solitary and slender man could
be seen on the floor-to-ceiling window. The cool breeze weaved through his white robe, lifting one
corner of his bathrobe as he stood by the window, arms crossed.
His deep-set eyes stared at the faint yellow lights outside for a long time. Cigarette butts littered the
floor by his feet, an empty beer bottle rolled to the door, making a faint noise in his ears.
Omari never knew that getting drunk could be such a difficult thing.
The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered what happened that day.
Cheyenne was in a drowsy state; she seemed to hear the vibration of her phone.
She opened her sleepy eyes and reached out her delicate and slender hand to pick up her phone.
Beep beep...
A series of faint and sporadic noises sounded in her ears, a hoarse and maic male voice tinged
with a hint of drunkenness said, "Cheyenne."
This voice was soft.
"Cheyenne."
Cheyenne was a bit sleepy, but upon hearing this voice, she instantly became more awake. She sat
up, holding the nket, furrowing her brows, and let out a silent yawn.
"What''s wrong with you? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Is there something
important you''ve discovered?"
The rm clock on the table showed it was 2:30 in the middle of the night. At this hour, he should
have been asleep.
As an elite, Omari led a disciplined life. No eating after 9 PM, sleep before 11 PM, and waking up
promptly at 6:30 AM. His suit and shoes were always a matching set, down to his choice of tie and
cufflinks.
Given his routine, it was unlikely for him to call her at suchte night unless there was something
important going on.
"Cheyenne, why?" The person on the other end hupped, his voice slurred. Cheyenne was
momentarily confused.
Is he drunk?
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"What do you mean ''why''?"
"Hic, why him instead of me?"
Him? What was Omari talking about?
Cheyenne''s half-awake mind waspletely thrown off by his words. She opened her lips slightly
and asked helplessly, "Are you drunk?"
"I am," he replied with a hint of sadness in his voice. "It doesn''t taste good."
"Are you alone?"
"Yeah... alone."
Why did it sound like he was feeling sorry for himself?
Cheyenne could only go along with what he said and advised him gently, "If it doesn''t taste good,
then don''t drink it anymore; just go to bed early."
Omari worked as a bartender part-time, so she knew that he had quite a high tolerance for alcohol
and wouldn''t easily get drunk like this unless he drank quite a bit.
But what could have made him so upset like this?
She hadn''t heard anything about his romantic or career setbacks recently either...
Through the phone line came Cheyenne''s stern yet caring voice which reached Omari''s ears clearly
despite all that alcohol in his system.
Cheyenne really did care about him after all...
That day she had just been set up by someone else; nothing more than that.
Omari fell onto his soft cool bed while moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting
silver light onto his handsome pale face. His charming eyes were slightly open but red.
His long eyshes half-closed as he stared straight out into tree branches outside where leaves
turned into shining silver-white under moonlight
The man''s red lips slowly curled upwards while dimples appeared.
After some time passed when Cheyenne decided she would sleep now, Omari''s voice suddenly
reached her ears.
"Cheyenne, do you remember when we first met?"
The first time they met... Cheyenne rubbed her throbbing head and closed her beautiful eyes. The
silver moonlight spilled onto her fair shoulders.
Her strap was half-drooping, revealing a fair and delicate skin that contrasted with the chestnut curly
hair behind her. Her almond eyes stared at the sky outside the window.
Suddenly, sheughed.
"I remember! You''re the one who made me aughingstock in front of everyone in school!"
"No," Omari suddenly seemed to wake up. He turned on the bedsidemp and took out a yellowed
notebook from his cab.
The sound of flipping pages was as pleasant as a stream singing under moonlight.
He found it.
His slender fingers rubbed against the yellowing handwriting on it. The date recorded above was
February 23rd, 2014 - sunny with clouds.
"Omari, what are you saying? I don''t understand you. Are you sure you''re not drunk? Go to bed
early; I''m tired too."
She yawned twice while speaking, tears rolling down from her eyes onto the nket.
"Cheyenne, I saw you in 2014 under a bridge..."
Under a bridge?
Cheyenne''s drowsiness vanished instantly as she stood up barefoot and walked to the floor-to-
ceiling windows before pulling open its curtains with a "whoosh."
The world outside was pitch-ck and quiet enough for only her heartbeats and Omari''s voice to be
heard clearly.
"You... What did you say? That bridge... How do you know about it?"
She hadn''t told anyone about this incident before - not even Kate knew that she almost died under
that bridge years ago.
Everyone asked why she liked Kelvin so much; but it was because he had given her some of the
most beautiful tenderness when everyone else had abandoned her.
That back view took eight years for Cheyenne to finally look away from.