Chapter 325: Certain Answer
Chapter 325: Certain Answer
Cheyenne stood still, lowering her gaze, her thick, fan-like eyshes casting shadows under her
fair eyelids, concealing her hesitancy. She had been angry at her grandfather for drugging herst
time, but she couldn''t ignore the fact that Old Mr. Foley had treated her like a true granddaughter
during her three years at the Foley Mansion. Her heart softened a bit.
She looked up again, her gaze cold and piercing as she stared at Kelvin. "Wait for me. I need to go
home to get my silver needle."
When she said this, it meant that she had agreed.
Kelvin couldn''t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had expected Cheyenne to give him a hard time,
considering his previous actions, which were quite unforgivable.
But she didn''t. She calmly followed Kelvin and got into his luxury car. In the past, she had always
enjoyed sitting close to him in the car, pretending to lean against his shoulder and refusing to move
when the car turned. She would chatter incessantly about which restaurants served delicious food,
thetest movies, or new friends she had made.
But now, when he nced back at the small figure sitting by the car door, she remained far away,
never once looking at him.
She kept her bright and clear eyes focused on the scenery outside.
It was early in the morning, and the vibrant sunlight illuminated her fair and beautiful face, giving it a
soft radiance.
However, her eyes were exceptionally cold, like the chilly wind in autumn, leaving only destion
behind. There was no light in her eyes.
This realization stung Kelvin for a moment, as if he had been stabbed in the heart by a blunt steel
needle, and fresh blood slowly oozed out. The person who had caused her to lose that light was
him.
The car fell into silence, and the atmosphere became tense. Chris felt the awkwardness keenly and
attempted to break the silence.
He coughed and, with a cheerful smile, said, "Miss Lawrence, it''s been a long time."
"Oh," she responded indifferently, making Chris feel ufortable.
With a thick skin, Chris continued, "I''ve missed you."
"Hehe, but I don''t really want to see you or your boss."
Kelvin red at Chris with a cold gaze and ordered in a low voice, "Focus on driving your car and
stop chatting."
Chris, who had been criticized by Kelvin, quickly closed his mouth. He looked pitiful and forlorn.
Half an hourter, they arrived at the Lawrence Vi. It was built from white marble, elegant and
stylish, with its own courtyard and music fountain. In such a prime location, it was quite valuable.
The car pulled up in the courtyard, and Cheyenne opened the door, got out with one foot, and
stepped onto the ground. She turned gracefully and walked away, showing no intention of inviting
them inside.
Chris sighed softly and muttered, "I feel like Miss Lawrence might not like me."
Kelvin''s cold voice responded, "The answer is certain.''"
Chris fell silent.
In no time, Cheyenne emerged from the house. She wore a candy-colored coat, and the vibrant
color made her stand out.
She held a small cloth bag and was about to walk towards the two of them when a blue figure
suddenly appeared. Omari was dressed in a royal blue designer suit, his chestnut short hair giving
him a lively appearance. He didn''t know what he had said to Cheyenne, but they smiled at each
other, presenting a beautiful scene as if from an idol drama.
Omari''s lips were so close to her ear that he could smell the fragrance on her and hear her
heartbeat. It was inexplicably irritating.
"I understand. By the way, I''m going to the Foley Mansion today, so I''ll be backter. Please remind
Master Iker to remember his herbal bath."
As soon as she said this, Omari felt a tinge of bitterness. "Cheyenne, you only remembered Master
Iker. What about me?"
Cheyenne looked at him and smiled coldly. "Master Iker''s legs were injured, but you''re so healthy.
Or You want me to break your arms or legs?"
He suddenly felt dispirited and chuckled as he backed away. "Well, maybe not. If I lose my legs,
how will I hold you?"
"Ha! You''re overthinking it."
She was perfectly fine, so why would she need him to hold her? It was just wishful thinking.
Unexpectedly, Omari pulled a lollipop from his pocket and swiftly tore off the wrapper before shoving
it into her mouth. His actions weren''t rough, but they certainly weren''t gentle either.
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Cheyenne first gave him an annoyed look, then extended her hand to remove the lollipop from her
mouth to examine it. It was a mixed-vor lollipop.
Her pink lc tongue poked out and licked it. Finding it sweet, she narrowed her crescent-like eyes,
making her look incredibly cute.
With a smile, she put the lollipop back in her mouth, her cheeks swelling.
She was easily cated. A single piece of candy was enough to make her happy.
The image of the two of them standing together was sweeter than an idol drama. The sunlight was
just right, Omari was looking down, and the deep affection and smiles reflected in Kelvin''s eyes.
Kelvin frowned in silence, while Chris, without mincing his words, spoke his thoughts, "Miss
Lawrence and Mr. Lara seem pretty well-matched together."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the surrounding atmosphere turn cold in an instant. He
didn''t need to look up to know that Mr. Foley''s expression right now was probably terrifying.
He wished he could give himself a good p in the face. Why had he said such nonsense?
While Mr. Foley may not show it on his face, there was a clear sense of anger emanating from him
when Mr. Lara leaned so close to Miss Lawrence just now.
Mr. Foley did care...
But Kelvin couldn''t quite grasp why he was so angry. He tried to suppress this emotion and maintain
aposed demeanor.
However, that one sentence from Chris kept reying in his mind.
In reality, he hadn''t been wrong. Omari and Cheyenne looked very well-matched standing together.
So well-matched that he had to admit it, even if he didn''t want to.