Chapter 688: The Child is His A hint of golden light reflected from the woman's body.
The sound of a bronze bell faded away with her footsteps.
The sound of that bell! Underneath the mask, the man's face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.
On a summer afternoon, a touch of crimson sunset shone through the rose-shaped window into the room, casting colorful patches of light on the golden floor.
It resembled a medieval church painted by Western artists, both antique and magnificent.
Amidst the fragmented and hazy light and shadow, a slender and graceful figure was reflected on the ground. Her skirt unfolded like a blooming flower as she spun around.
Kelvin could never forget the moment he pushed open the door and caught a glimpse of a graceful figure dancing. Behind her was a world of golden splendor, and beneath her feet were colorful and enchanting lights. She was so beautiful, like a fairy, or perhaps more like the enchantresses described in "Liaozhai." Her fair feet stepped on the ground, occasionally revealing a slender ankle as the skirt fluttered.
A red thread was tied around her ankle, adorned with a small brass bell.
It carried a touch of exotic charm from the desert.
The sound of the bell was faint, intertwined with the passionate and tragic music, almost negligible.
Perhaps it was because he was curious about every move she made that he remembered every detail about her so clearly.
Could it be her? Kelvin lowered his head.
His eyelashes, long and dense, veiled the profound emotions in his eyes.
If only... it's not her.
A moment after the woman left, the sound of clattering wooden clogs echoed once again at the stairwell.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKelvin speculated that it may be the woman returning.
This time, Kelvin planned to approach her from behind.
With a single strike, he would knock her unconscious and confirm if she was the person he suspected.
The shadow of the approaching person was reflected on the wooden floor of the staircase.
The towering hairstyle and the long skirt... revealing the comer was a woman.
Kelvin firmly planted his hands on the railing and somersaulted forward, using the momentum to land back on the ground. The grounded feeling relieved him.
However, as the person approached, he raised his hand again, held his breath, and maneuvered behind the individual. "Is anyone here?" The voice could be suppressed, but at first listen, it was clear and melodious.
If Kelvin listened carefully, he would notice that this voice was somewhat distinctive.
But at this moment, his mind was preoccupied with troubling matters and he didn't have tto dwell on it. Just as the words fell, a heavy blow struck the person's neck.
"Ouch, damn it! Who the hell just attacked me?" Because of the pain, "she" forgot to maintain her disguise, and her natural voice unconsciously emerged. Rough and deep, it was unmistakably a man's voice.
When Chris turned around while holding the back of his head, he unexpectedly cface to face with a silver- white mask, causing him to step back in fright. "Oh, my goodness!" "Why are you here?" Seeing that the person in front of him was his subordinate Chris, Kelvin's lips curved into a slight arc, twitching momentarily.
He didn't expect it to be Chris; he thought...
He withdrew his hand.
The center of his palm, where the most sensitive nerves are located, felt a slight numbness, likely because Chris' neck bone was too hard.
"Sir, you scaredto death! It hurts. I don't care, this should count as a work injury." "Mhm." The calm and composed voice echoed in Chris' ears, despite consisting of only one word.
But he heard it clearly and looked at Kelvin with delight.
He grinned widely, revealing a set of white teeth, looking silly.
"Sir, you truly have a compassionate heart. I finally have compensation for a work injury..." Kelvin furrowed his brow and coldly interrupted him before he could continue crying. "Why are you here?" With the mention of serious matters, Chris immediately switched to a serious expression.
He solemnly reported the news that had cfrom the country.
"Sir, just now Spider sent a message. Mr. Lara has woken up." "And, based on Miss Lawrence's pregnancy test report and the timeline of your accident, this child... should, probably..." The more he spoke, the fiercer Kelvin's gaze became, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
"Stop the nonsense! I'll see for myself!" He snatched the pregnancy test report from Chris' hand.
Kelvin's hands trembled, his inner anxiety urging him to seek the answer, yet fearing it at the stime.
After a moment of hesitation, he opened the final page.
Taking a deep breath, he quickly calmed himself down and directed his gaze to the page.
"Pregnancy at 16 weeks and 5 days." 16 weeks and 5 days...
That was a little over four months.
A little over four months ago was the the and Cheyenne were stranded on the deserted island.
During that month, he and Cheyenne had but entless intimate encounters, but every tthey finished, she would blush and ask him not to leave the sperm inside.
Wait, there was one twhen he did.
In the hot spring, he couldn't control himself and had her.
Cheyenne lost consciousness, and he fell into a deep sleep: When he woke already the next afternoon.
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He never expected that it would be that one tthat her egg was fertilized.
Five months later, it would beca fetus.
It would be the embodiment of the shared bloodline between him and Cheyenne.
The thought overwhelmed Kelvin with excitement. His tightly pursed lips finally curved into a silent smile.
Cheyenne was pregnant.
The child was his! Kelvin had never imagined that he would have a child of his own.
Due to a difficult childhood, he had el never experienced the love of parents and had no idea how to love others. In his eyes, becoming a parent was the most significant responsibility in the world.
Before being fully prepared, it was best not to have children.
The self-proclaimed perfectionist, he only felt at a loss when faced with innocent children and Cheyenne.
In the past, he believed he wouldn't be a `husband, let alone a good father, so he had rejected hered sw.content proposal of having a belongs to Find But now, an indescribable joy surged within him.
He wanted to try.
He wanted to beca good husband.
He would also strive to learn how to be a responsible father and give his utmost love to her and their children.
Chris stood by the side, even though he didn't hear any laughter, he could sense e overflowing joy from th CEO's expression.
He couldn't help but be infected by the joy.
Old Mr. Foley had been longing for this for years, and finally, his dream was about to ctrue.