Chapter 390: Wee A New Member


    Chapter 390: Wee a New Member


    An old, stern voice sounded from behind the two.


    Both of them turned their heads to look and saw old Mr. Foley, supported by Joe, slowly ascending


    from the first-floor hallway with his cane.


    His sharp gaze fixed on Emelia as he reached out and snatched the soup from her hands, drinking


    it all in one go.


    "Grandfather..."


    She stared at her empty hands in disbelief, about to say something, but actually, the soup... well, it


    wasn''t that good.


    Old Mr. Foley immediately regretted his impulsive actions. What kind of strange taste was that


    soup? Spicy and sweet... But to avoid losing face in front of his granddaughter and to maintain his


    composure as an elder, he gripped his cane tightly and coughed.


    "Kelvin and Cheyenne have finally reunited. Don''t bother them. Maybe our family will soon wee


    a new member, you know?"


    As he spoke, his eyes curved into a smile, as if he could envision his chubby great-grandchild,


    radiating a brilliant and suffocating smile.


    Emelia pouted in dissatisfaction and spoke ill of Cheyenne.


    "Grandfather, how could my big brother reconcile with his ex-wife again? Even if it''s not Miss Berry,


    there are many other eligible daughters of noble families, why must it be Cheyenne?"


    "Emelia, there are things you don''t understand. Alright, you should go back now and not disturb


    your big brother and sister-inw from conceiving their baby."


    With a furrowed brow, the old man spoke and then handed her back the empty bowl, showing


    obvious disdain. "Don''t bother making such a terrible soup in the future. It''s a waste of ingredients


    and harmful to people''s health."


    As he finished speaking, he turned and walked away. Emelia, with a flushed face of anger,


    remained in ce. Did her soup really taste that... awful?


    Having experienced a setback, she naturally had no reason to linger here anymore. She stomped


    her foot in frustration and turned to leave, carrying the empty bowl.


    At the end of the second-floor corridor, dim lights spilled down, enveloping the man''s figure, creating


    an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere. The faint glow from the cigarette butt in his hand emitted a


    subtle red light.


    Seeing the arrival of Emelia, the man spoke softly. "How did it go? Did you see anyone?"


    Disappointedly, Emelia shook her head and sighed dejectedly. "Grandfather appeared just in time


    and stopped me, preventing me from disturbing them."


    Then, she raised her fair face and looked at the person in the darkness, puzzled. "Vincent, why did


    you ask me to check if Kelvin is injured? He was just on a business trip. What could have happened


    to him!"


    Besides, when did Vincent start showing such concern for Kelvin''s safety?


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    In the darkness, a hint of doubt appeared on Vincent''s face. He had inquired about it with the


    company.


    Kelvin was indeed on a business trip, but it was for a small project worth a few million.


    The big boss like him didn''t have to be involved at all. So it was puzzling why Kelvin would spend


    three days on it. And to top it off, he was staying with Cheyenne... This made Vincent skeptical and


    made him consider sending Emelia to investigate further. If it didn''t work this time, he would have to


    find another opportunity.


    ...


    In Kelvin''s room, the crisp sound of metal collision echoed as the bullet was finally extracted.


    Cheyenne casually tossed it aside onto a nearby te. The deep red, almost purple, blood clot


    clung to the bullet casing, apanied by a small piece of decaying flesh, forming a blurry mass.


    Cheyenne then noticed an additional hole on Kelvin''s arm. She had squeezed out the putrid flesh


    from his arm, cleaned up the pus and blood, and reapplied the medication.


    The wound on his back was minor, just superficial scratches from shattered ss.


    Last night, a crimson light had streamed in through the transparent French windows, casting a


    warm and cozy ambiance in the room.


    Suddenly, Cheyenne lifted her head, her gaze falling upon the two white dolls hanging on the


    window, swaying in the evening breeze. The copper bells emitted a pleasant and melodic tinkling


    sound.


    The innocent and jolly expression on the dolls'' faces inexplicably brought a moment of rxation to


    her soul, healing her with its simple smile.


    Never could she have imagined that Kelvin would hang such a cute and almost childish thing in his


    room.


    As she looked at his peaceful sleeping face again, Cheyenne couldn''t help but space out.


    The soft, ck satin pillowcase contrasted against his somewhat fairplexion. His thin profile,


    deep-set eyes that were tightly closed under thick, curledshes, a high nose bridge, and slightly


    pale lips. In this state, he appeared tranquil, fragile, and surprisingly pitiful.


    After knowing him for eight years, it was the first time Cheyenne realized that the seemingly


    invulnerable Kelvin was nothing more than an ordinary person. He could also get hurt, could also


    bleed...


    Her mind was briefly filled with a strange thought before being interrupted by a knocking sound at


    the door. Cheyenne cautiously strode forward, audibly slow, and nced through the peephole on


    the door. Standing outside was Vincent. What was he doing here?


    Frowning, Cheyenne briskly ruffled her own hair, casually unfastened two buttons on her dress, bit


    her lip, and stole a nce at herself in the mirror. Her lips were rosy, her teeth white, and her eyes


    bright and beautiful. She exuded a bewitching charm, akin to a seductive vixen who had attained


    perfection.


    Opening the door with sleepy eyes, she "dazedly" scanned the area outside before finally fixing her


    gaze on the man before her.


    Cheyenne arched her eyebrows slightly, curiously gazing at Vincent. She offered a delicate smile.


    "Do you need something, Master Vincent?" she asked in a husky andnguid voice, tinged with a


    hint of weariness.


    Vincent''s gaze immediatelynded on the milky skin peeking out from her partially exposed chest,


    igniting a tantalizing sensation within him.


    He nced inside the room and noticed a slight bulge beneath the covers. The dark fabric melded


    with his short hair, making it impossible to see his face. But there was no doubt it was Kelvin.


    Cheyenne''s mind recalled Mr. Owen''s words echoing in her ear. Unnoticed by Vincent, she


    discreetly observed Vincent, a hidden current flickering in her almond eyes.


    As expected, she discovered an identical string of rosewood beads on Vincent''s wrist, leaving her


    stunned within her. ording to her knowledge, the branch of the Foley family had left from Akloit


    over a decade ago.


    How old was Vincent when he left? Fifteen or sixteen?


    That indicated he must have had contact with the TWILIGHT and even be one of them before


    returning to the Foley family. Judging by this string of rosewood beads, his status must be


    considerably high.