Chapter: 246 Give You an Explanation Tseemed to freeze in that moment, and the air around them moved slowly, quiet enough for Kelvin to hear Cheyenne's heartbeat and breath clearly. Soon, her breathing becnoticeably irregular. Because of anger? Because of him? Kelvin had never felt so terrible before. On stage, he could control everything and manipulate people's hearts effortlessly. But now he didn't know what to do.
After almost a minute of silence between them, Kelvin took out a small glass bottle from his suit pocket and placed it in Cheyenne's hand.
Cheyenne lowered her head slightly and looked at the glass bottle in her hand with furrowed brows. She then raised her head to look at him with confusion evident in her eyes. "What does this mean?" He quickly withdrew his hand and caught sight of the two people outside who were eating ice cream on the stairs while eavesdropping on their conversation. His lips twitched slightly.
In a cold voice, he replied, "This drug is called 'Mist'. It's what caused you to miscarry three years ago. I already know who did it; I will give you an explanation." Cheyenne had known all along that Abbie was responsible for causing her miscarriage but she didn't believe Kelvin when he said he would give an explanation.
She sneered coldly. "I don't need your three-year-late explanation; I'm not one to delay revenge nor do I need anyone else's help." "Besides," she continued sarcastically, "are you willing? That was your childhood sweetheart, someone you've cherished for over ten years." Every word she spoke dripped with sarcasm and sharpness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKelvin didn't know how many times he had to explain it to her for her to understand. He had always regarded Abbie as a little sister. In the past, he had no interest in explaining, and now, even if he tried, she wouldn't listen. Turning away from Cheyenne with a hint of helplessness in his voice, Kelvin said, "Whether you believeor not, I will make things right.” "Whatever!" Cheyenne impatiently threw the glass bottle towards him which hit his shoulder without causing any pain but made him pause for a second before continuing on towards the door leaving behind an aura of melancholy loneliness as seen from afar.
Cheyenne regretted why she hadn't thrown something heavier instead earlier! She had planned on enjoying herself outside until she ran into this jinx that ruined everything! Feeling annoyed as she rubbed her small hands together restlessly, she decided it was best if she just went hinstead! As for the pink couple pen, it was temporarily forgotten by both of them. No one except the boss remembered it. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, in the office of the CEO of the Foley Group.
A woman with a medium build and a good-looking face sat on a black leather sofa, sipping her coffee slowly. Her gentle gaze fell on the pages of the Foley group's annual publication. There were several large group photos on it, and she could easily spot Kelvin standing at the center position among the crowded people. Kelvin's charisma was undeniably exceptional. It was hard not to notice his presence.
Her fingers gently slid over that familiar but expressionless face on magazine page. Her red lips curled up into a smile as she softly asked, "Mr. Richards, did you call Kelvin or not? It's almost tfor work now why isn't he here yet?" The man next to her who was sorting out files turned his back to her with an helpless smirk while squeezing something in his hand until it becdeformed.
"Miss Berry, I already explained this morning that Mr. Foley is taking leave today and may not cthis afternoon. Waiting here won't do any good; you might as well go hand rest." On her first day as a shareholder, she had already started playing Mrs. Foley's role again.
Chris didn't like Abbie because this woman always acted differently behind people's backs than what she showed in front of them - always using past favors and excuses about her poor health to cling onto Mr. Foley while driving Miss Lawrence away.
In front of Mr. Foley though, she would act weak, tender, and pitifully caring, but Chris had seen with his own eyes how she claimed Miss Lawrence's gift to be made by herself.
At that moment, the malice and disdain on her face made Chris completely sober up. She wasn't someone easy to deal with.
However, Mr. Foley remained oblivious, and every tChris wanted to remind him, it never seemed like an appropriate moment. Because whenever Miss Lawrence was mentioned, Mr. Foley would becimpatient and irritable.
Abbie didn't believe Chris anyway. Kelvin was definitely a workaholic. It was already surprising enough that he hadn't shown up in the morning. He would definitely appear in afternoon.
If Abbie went back now, she probably wouldn't see Kelvin's face for several days.
The reason why Abbie worked so hard trying to regain control over shares was because she wanted more ttogether with Kelvin. And the company was just their best place together
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt exactly 2:30, the tall figure appeared at the office door as Abbie had expected. As soon as he entered, the previously spacious office suddenly felt smaller. He brought with him a chill that didn't require air conditioning to make one feel cool.
"Kelvin, you finally made it," Abbie exclaimed happily as she closed her book and walked over from the m Live over couch. She stretched out her arms in an attempt to hug him but he took a step back without a trace of emotion on his face. This made Abbie feel uneasy and she nervously murmured his nwhile biting her lip. Even Chris noticed that something was off about Mr. Foley and looked over.
In less than a second, Kelvin bellowed at Chris. "You go outside first!" His voice was so loud that both people in the room were stunned into silence.
Abbie had never seen Kelvin like this before; she had never seen him lose like his temper like this in front of her before either. Trembling slightly, she raised her delicate face and asked weakly "Kelvin, what's wrong?" Suddenly, Kelvin tossed the book he held at her feet. The pages, soaked by the rain and later dried, bore a prominent water stain. Her signature, "AB", was still visible, etched clearly into Abbie's sight.
Her consciousness traveled back to that youthful summer, the year she was sixteen and had just entered her first year of high school, coincidentally in the sclass as Kelvin.
At sixteen, Kelvin grew taller with handsfeatures reminiscent of a fairytale prince, making countless girls fall for him.
Thankfully, she had discreetly discouraged many of them, except for one girl who proved to be quite persistent.