After enduring the dance performance, Cheyenne stifled a yawn.


    If it didn’t end soon, she would fall asleep.


    To others, her every move might seem vulgar and tasteless, but to her lover, it was genuine and adorable.


    Kelvin affectionately patted her head and smiled gently, “Sleepy?”


    “A little.”


    “Hang in there a bit longer. We’ll leave after the speeches.”


    He found the performance boring as well, but Kelvin was a man of great self-control and watched it expressionlessly.


    However, some people always sought excitement at parties.


    Princess Sierra, pouting with dissatisfaction, provocatively said, “It seems Miss Lawrence and Mr. Foley are not pleased with my arrangement. Feel free to suggest improvements.”


    At that moment, a male performer approached and stood beside Princess Sierra. Their contrasting heights made them a perfect pair.


    The man kissed Sierra’s cheek before turning his gaze to Cheyenne. His eyes lit up as if he had discovered a treasure, filled with intense desire.


    “So, you must be Miss Lawrence. Hello, I’m ir.”


    Kelvin recognized that look all too well; it was how he used to look at Cheyenne. But seeing someone else look at her that way made him extremely ufortable.


    Just as Cheyenne was about to extend her hand for a handshake, Kelvin, who had a cleanliness obsession, stepped in first.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    “Hello, I’m Kelvin, Miss Lawrence’s husband!”


    He took arge step forward, positioning his tall frame between them and shielding Cheyenne from view.


    ir frowned deeply, unable to see the beauty behind Kelvin.


    “I was addressing Miss Lawrence,” he said disdainfully.


    Sensing the contempt in ir’s eyes, Kelvin tightened his grip until his knuckles cracked like popcorn.


    Cheyenne peeked at his hand, wondering if ir’s bones might break.


    Both men stood their ground, sizing each other up. ir clenched his teeth in frustration, having underestimated the men of Che.


    Cheyenne tugged on her husband’s sleeve and sweetly replied, “We are married, so we are one.”


    Her words inted Kelvin’s ego. He beamed with pride.


    Princess Sierra hadn’t expected her attempt to mock Cheyenne would backfire, with her own fiance falling for Cheyenne at first sight. It was a p in her face.


    She red at Cheyenne as if ming her for seducing her fiance.


    Cheyenne looked up at the sky in exasperation. Why would she trade Kelvin for someone inferior?


    “ir is my colleague and my fiance. He’s also a duke of the Pira family,” Sierra stated coldly.


    The Pira family controlled over half of Taswya’s real estate and was wealthier than the Crete family. However, Duke ir was notorious for his womanizing ways. In Taswya, polygamy wasn’t umon among the wealthy.


    ir already had three wives before his engagement to Sierra, and his eldest son was in fourth grade.


    To ir, Sierra wasn’t the prettiest but the most suitable wife. But meeting Cheyenne changed his mind. He didn’t need to marry a princess for status; he preferred someone he liked.


    Recently fascinated by Eastern beauty, Cheyenne was the most beautiful he’d ever seen.


    “It’s a pity Miss Lawrence is married. But if you’re willing to divorce, I’ll give you two billion dors as a dowry.”


    He had only offered five hundred million to Princess Sierra.


    Sierra red at them furiously, feeling betrayed.


    “Duke ir, what are you saying? I’m your fiancee! What does this Che woman have that I don’t? She doesn’t even appreciate your dance!”


    “Her beauty is enough,” ir replied bluntly.


    Sierra nearly exploded with rage. Was he saying she wasn’t as pretty as Cheyenne?


    “Two billion is too little to make me consider divorce. My husband has entrusted me with all his wealth. I’ll stick with him,” Cheyenne said calmly.


    Sierra scoffed, “Miss Lawrence, you’re overconfident. Two billion is an astronomical amount. Do you think you’re still desirable as a second-hand woman?”


    “Mr. Foley looks weak and poor. How could he be wealthier than Duke ir?”


    From their interactions, Princess Sierra assumed Kelvin was just a pretty face living off Cheyenne.


    Cheyenne smiled serenely, “I’m not amodity to be priced. My husband may appear weak, but he’s the richest man in Che with assets worth trillions. Even if I spent a billion a day, it would take ten thousand days.”


    A trillionaire?


    Kelvin straightened up proudly and pulled Cheyenne into his arms. “But no amount of money is worth more than my Cheyenne!”


    Sierra was speechless.


    Duke ir was stunned too. He realized he couldn’tpete with Kelvin’s wealth.


    Thinking Sierra’s fiance would back off now, she was surprised when ir maintained hisposure and smiled.


    “If we can’t be lovers, can we be friends? Miss Lawrence, may I have this dance?”


    Ignoring Sierra, he extended a gentlemanly invitation to Cheyenne.


    Cheyenne appreciated his straightforwardness and thought Sierra didn’t deserve him.


    “Thank you for the invitation, but my husband would get jealous.”


    She turned to Kelvin and softly said, “True love leaves no room for a third person, not even for a dance.”


    Though Kelvin appeared calm, Cheyenne knew hecked security. At night, he always held her tightly as if afraid she’d leave.