Chapter 331: Sore Hand
Chapter 331: Sore Hand
Kelvin made his stance clear, silently using his fork to pick up a piece of braised pork and cing it
on Cheyenne''s te. This sudden move made her look at him as if she had seen a ghost. Her
sparkling eyes widened, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of coldness in the corners of her
eyes.
"Eat. Don''t you like this?" he said.
He remembered correctly. Cheyenne loved braised pork. Whenever it was served, most of it would
end up in her mouth. She didn''t behave like other high-borndies, delicately sipping soup and
maintaining appearances. Trying to lose weight and control her figure.
He used to think that Cheyenne, who loved fatty meat, was unique. Seeing her happily devouring
her food, he found it embarrassing. It seemed like she had never had a good meal at the Foley
mansion, making people say that Kelvin, despite his wealth, let his wife starve.
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This was also why he didn''t like bringing Cheyenne to banquets. She would just sit in a corner and
eat.
He realized how wrong he was at the banquet weing Emily. Cheyenne did have the ability to
stand out; she just kept a low profile and didn''t want to attract attention.
Lost in thought, he saw Cheyenne''s fork bypassing his braised pork and instead picking up a piece
of green vegetable. She savored it with relish, answering him casually, "That''s all in the past."
With those words, the light in the man''s deep-set eyes dimmed. He didn''t offer her more dishes and
casually lowered his head to eat.
The scene of Kelvin trying to please Cheyenne but getting rejected yed out on the dining table,
leaving everyone with different thoughts.
At the entrance, a woman stood there in astonishment for a while. Her gaze turned cold, and she bit
her rosy lip, remaining silent for a long time.
Emelia, scolded by her family, was already in a very bad mood. Unexpectedly, she turned her head
and saw the tall figure standing at the entrance. Instantly, a n formed in her mind.
With a graceful smile, she stood up to wee her. "Abbie, why are you here? Have you eaten?
Would you like to join us for a simple meal?"
Abbie, holding two gift bags, wore a white dress embroidered with heavy patterns. She walked
gracefully in a pair of white high-heeled shoes.
Her flowing chestnut hair cascaded down her back, entuating her slender waist, and her elegant
and gentle temperament. Her in face now bore a heavy makeup, somewhat inconsistent with her
simple dress.
It seemed that Abbie was still trying to maintain her image of the "pure goddess," but with her
appearance, she was far from a goddess. So, she had to intensify her makeup to uphold the "pure"
image.
Little did she know that if the outfit and makeup didn''t match, the forced effect would only make her
look unpleasant.
Cheyenne, on the other hand, was both cool and sexy. Her ck outfit,bined with the earth-
toned eyeshadow, highlighted her eyes. The tomato-colored lipstick had a matte finish, not too
dazzling.
Abbie arrived at the right time, just in time to see Kelvin "pleasing" Cheyenne by offering her food,
and thetter''s disdainful reaction.
She stared at the scene in disbelief!
Kelvin hated Cheyenne the most, so why would he use his own fork to pick food for her? He was a
neat freak; he wouldn''t even eat something picked by others, let alone proactively picking food for
her. Why Cheyenne?
Facing Emelia''s generous invitation, Abbie wasn''t a fool. She knew that Emelia intended to use her
to deal with Cheyenne. However, the Foley family didn''t wee her presence, so she had to go
along with Emelia''s words to stay.
With a gentle smile, Abbie shook her head lightly, "Not yet."
"That''s great! Abbie , you haven''t visited for so long. I missed you so much. And my big brothe
never brings you home," Emeliained, shifting the me to Kelvin.
Abbie subconsciously looked toward the cold and ruthless figure at the dining table, feeling a
sourness in her heart. Ever since she reced her uncle as a shareholder, Kelvin had be
much colder toward her. After leaving her in the seaside apartment, he only visited once and hadn''t
seen her since.
In thepany, she worked in the HR department, while he was in the president''s office at the top
floor. They even used separate elevators. Even when she went to his office, she would be stopped
by his high assistant.
This went on for almost half a month, slowly wearing away Abbie''s patience. All for a child she had
never seen before. Kelvin, how could he be so heartless?
Her appearance immediately darkened old Mr. Foley''s face. Cheyenne had finallye, and now
there was another person to spoil the atmosphere. Before he could say anything, Emelia had
already pulled Abbie to sit down.
Emelia cunningly arranged Abbie on Kelvin''s right side and Cheyenne on his left. There was an
illusion of being nked on both sides.
Vincent, with an elegant face, showed a hint of amusement. Heughed lightly, "Miss Berry, long
time no see. You look even more beautiful."
"Thank you."
Abbie smiled shyly, looking at Kelvin with a shy nce. Unfortunately, he showed no response,
disappointing her greatly. Even Master Davon noticed her change. Kelvin was an attentive person;
he couldn''t have missed it. The only possibility-he didn''t care.
Suppressing the stifling pain, Abbie squeezed out a faint smile on her face. She leaned forward and
looked at Cheyenne, saying, "Miss Lawrence, long time no see."
Cheyenne had finished eating, wiping her red lips with a white towel. A hint of rosy lipstick residue
remained. She responded coolly, "Not that long. Didn''t I smash your carst time? Miss Berry is
truly forgetful."
"Smash a car? What car?"
Old Mr. Foley was utterly confused, looking at Cheyenne with concern, assessing her carefully, and
asking, "The car''s exterior is metal. Cheyenne, are you okay?"
Others were rendered speechless.
Kelvin''s lips twitched slightly. His grandfather was so obviously biased toward her.
Feeling old Mr. Foley''s concern, Cheyenne''s face showed a faint smile. With sweet dimples, she
reassured him, "Grandpa, I''m fine. Just a little sore in the hand."