Chapter 339: First Kiss


    Chapter 339: First Kiss


    In Kelvin''s scattered and pitiful memories, he seemed to have never kissed Cheyenne''s lips before.


    Of course, not with any other woman either. The act of exchanging saliva through mouth-to-mouth


    contact disgusted him, and as a germophobe, he believed he would never do such a disgusting


    thing in his lifetime.


    Except for thest time, when he unknowingly touched her lips after being drugged. But at that


    moment, his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn''t remember the taste.


    Turns out, she was so sweet.


    As Kelvin regretted missing out on this delightful experience in his mind, the slightly awkward and


    domineering kiss made Cheyenne flustered. She wanted to push him away, but when her hand


    pressed against his scorching chest, it felt weak and powerless.


    Damn it.


    Did he drug her?


    And he only knew how to bite forcefully, without any skill. Cheyenne felt like her teeth were about to


    be crushed.


    Just as she was about to scold him, Kelvin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her beautiful


    and delicate face blushed uncontrobly.


    Finally, using all her strength, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding p to his face.


    The loud sound reached even Abbie, who was in the room at the end of the corridor.


    Following that, Cheyenne eximed, "Kelvin, you jerk!" Her voice carried a strong sense of anger.


    Kelvin, seemingly unfazed, touched his lips with a calm expression, a look of lingering satisfaction


    on his face. He mumbled to himself in a daze, "So, this is what kissing feels like."


    ''Are you pretending? You''re continuing to pretend! Acting like it''s the first kiss. Who would believe


    that?''


    A red mark quickly appeared on Kelvin''s handsome face, and he looked slightly embarrassed. The


    redness entuated his deep, gloomy eyes, giving them a somewhat intimidating aura.


    Her brief timiditysted only a second. In fact, Cheyenne felt much morefortable after pping


    him. This scumbag had tormented her for a whole eight years, and she had just pped him once -


    quite a deal!


    A brief silence followed. Cheyenne expected Kelvin to retaliate in anger, but he just stared at her


    with burning intensity, making no move.


    As the silence lingered, Cheyenne felt her neck getting sore, so she quietly diverted her gaze.


    "Kelvin, what exactly do you want to do? Let go!"


    Seeing her turning her neck, Kelvin guessed that she might be tired. So, he retracted his arm and


    instead took her hand.


    After more than two months, it was the first time they held hands again, and he felt a bit nervous,


    afraid that Cheyenne might pull away.


    As expected, as soon as their palms touched, she recoiled as if she had touched something dirty,


    quickly pulling her hand away. In the end, she even wiped it on her clothes.


    Her voice, cold as frost, said, "Don''t touch me."


    Her intense resistance made Kelvin feel ufortable. He replied with a darkened face, "I just


    wanted you to rest early, to escort you back to your room."


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Escort her back to her room? It was just a short distance. Why did she need him to hold her hand?


    Thinking about Abbie lying on that bed wearing his pajamas just now made her feel disgusted, let


    alone continuing to sleep in that room.


    Kelvin saw the disdain on Cheyenne''s face. Just as she was about to call Joe, he suddenly picked


    her up and headed towards his room.


    "Let go of me! Kelvin, have you not had enough of my ps?"


    This sudden change startled her, and her small hands nervously gripped his arm as she eximed


    in panic.


    The mark from the previous p was still there. Was he nning to bnce it out with another one


    on the other side?


    Kelvin coldly carried her, kicked open his room door, casually locked it, and then threw her onto his


    bed.


    His room was decorated in ck and gray, even the curtains were heavy silver-gray ones that


    blocked out the light.


    Cheyenne fell into the bed saturated with his scent, and her heart, pretending to be calm, started


    beating irregrly.


    She sat up abruptly and stared at him warily and fiercely.


    Seeing her like this, Kelvin found it quite interesting. She was the one who had seduced him before.


    Now, she was acting like this.


    In the realm of love and not love, she came and left with great momentum, leaving no room for


    hesitation. On the contrary, Kelvin found himself sinking deeper and deeper into it.


    Kelvin, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, said impatiently, "Cheyenne, don''t overthink it. I


    just think that you should rest well since you''re injured."


    Just that?


    Then there was no need to carry her into his room! The Foley Mansion was so big, there were


    plenty of rooms. It couldn''t be that, apart from that room, there were no other avable rooms!


    As if sensing her thoughts, Kelvin lied shamelessly, "The other rooms haven''t been cleaned up, so


    you can sleep here for now."


    "I refuse to sleep in the same bed with you! Kelvin, I want to emphasize again that we are divorced,"


    she earnestly dered.


    "Hehe..."


    A deep and maicughter echoed in her ears, making them tingle.


    Kelvin, looking down at her condescendingly, sneered, "Cheyenne, you really dare to think. Did I


    say I want to sleep with you? Even if you want it, I won''t agree. I have an early meeting tomorrow


    morning; otherwise..."


    Otherwise what?


    Her face alternated between pale and red. Gritting her teeth, she angrily cursed Kelvin as a beast


    while deciphering the hidden meaning in his words.


    "Otherwise, I''ll go to the study next door to sleep. Think more rationally, missy."


    In the past, it was the same. Despite his aloof demeanor, he married a woman who loved to talk


    dirty. Cheyenne often liked to chatter in his ear, and whenever she did, he would pick her up and


    throw her onto the bed.


    When she got tired, she naturally fell asleep, and the conversation would dwindle.


    Sleeping Cheyenne was much cuter than when she was awake.


    Kelvin conscientiously grabbed a pillow and walked towards the tatami mat near the window, which


    was only 1. 5 meters long. Covered with a gray plush nket, Kelvin''s 1. 85-meter tall body curled


    up, looking quite cramped.


    Cheyenne watched him lie down like that. His furry legs hung outside the tatami mat, and the thin


    nket barely covered his abdomen. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.


    After observing him for a few seconds, Cheyenne, unable to resist her drowsiness, turned away


    from Kelvin and fell asleep on her side.