She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 392: Sister-in-law He took the initiative to greet Kelvin.

"Kelvin." "Yeah." After a casual response, Kelvin lifted his foot to go downstairs, wearing nothing underneath his black bathrobe.

In the fleeting moment of brushing past each other, a large hand suddenly grabbed his right arm, seemingly unintentional but forcefully.

Kelvin muttered in his heart, enduring the pain shooting up his arm, while his deep-set eyes turned icy cold.

His voice was low and hoarse.

"What's the matter?" Vincent didn't notice anything amiss and couldn't help but feel puzzled... Wasn't that guy Kelvin? The person in front of him was emanating hints of an imminent outburst. He brushed off Vincent's hand, his tone indifferent. "Your hand is all sweaty." It was evident that he was repulsed.

The man's gaze flickered for a moment. The hall was not lit, only the dim daylight from outside seeping in. He lifted his head again, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face.

He withdrew his hand and wiped it on the white towel in front of him.

"Sorry, Kelvin. I just wanted to report to you about the StarJoy project I'm in charge of." At the stime, he glanced at the indented marks on Kelvin's lips and the red marks on his chest.

They looked like signs of intimacy.

His gaze suddenly becambiguous, and he chuckled lightly. "But you were busy. I suppose Miss Lawrence did this. She really is a little wildcat." As Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows at Vincent's description of Cheyenne as a "wildcat," his face turned gloomy.

Coldly, he uttered words from his lips heavy with a warning. "Remember she is your sister-in-law." Vincent stood against the light, unable to see his expression clearly. It took several seconds before he pretended to be funny and spoke up. "Kelvin, you're really stingy. Looks like you and sister-in-law will reconcile soon. Congrats then. Seems I'll soon have a nephew or niece and the house will be livelier." After saying so much, Kelvin dismissed him with just a few words. "Let's discuss work matters at the office." With that, as if not wanting to discuss Cheyenne further, he left in long strides.

With his back turned, Vincent curved his lips into a cold smile and floated upstairs.

It wasn't him.

After not hearing any footsteps behind him, Kelvin leaned against the kitchen door and quickly pulled down his collar to take a look at his arm, which was bleeding from the wound again. Cheyenne had used acupuncture to quickly reduce inflammation and applied a layer of white powder, so she didn't cover the wound with thick bandages to prevent it from healing too slowly.

Just as he was pulling his collar back up, he heard a surprised voice from behind, "Master Kelvin? What are you doing here?" It was still quite early in the morning, and normally he would wake up at 6:30 for his morning exercise and cback to have breakfast at 7. He would leave hat 8.

Kelvin turned around and realized it was one of the housemaids responsible for the kitchen.

He instantly sighed with relief and asked with a calm expression, “Is there anything to eat in the kitchen?" The maid seemed a bit startled, but then she quickly brought out the prepared food. "The sandwich is ready, but old Mr. Foley wants to drink yam porridge this morning, so it needs to be simmered a bit longer." Kelvin usually just ate something simple in the morning, like a sandwich and milk, which was enough.

Thinking of Cheyenne still sleeping in the room, Kelvin suddenly instructed, "Prepare century egg congee without green onions for her, and go easy on the salt." Her? The maid quickly realized that “her” referred to Miss Lawrence. She nodded and smiled, agreeing to the request while feeling a bit envious.

As Kelvin prepared to leave with his breakfast, he turned his head and saw old Mr. Foley slowly coming down the stairs.

The grandfather and grandson exchanged a glance, and the old man surprisingly gave him a smile.

"Waking up so early? Young people should get more rest." More rest? Kelvin's lips twitched as he recalled how his grandfather used to wake him up at 6 o'clock when he was little...

If he was even a minute late in the evening, his grandfather would make him run a lap around the courtyard.

Even Emelia, the delicate and pampered young lady, couldn't escape waking up before 7 in then morning. Early to bed and early to F rise was a fine tradition in the Foley family. Unfortunately, when it cto Cheyenne, it turned into late nights and late mornings, which was not good for her health. Today, his grandfather was acting a bit strange.

Kelvin nodded. "Yeah," and prepared to take the food upstairs. Seeing his demeanor, old Mr. Foley thought the breakfast was for his granddaughter-in-law. He was overjoyed.

Why didn't old Mr. Foley suspect that it was Kelvin who brought himself breakfast? It's because Kelvin was a germaphobe and would never bring er bring food into his room. Seeing into his that his eldest grandson was about to leave, old Mr. Foley quickly called the maid to bring up a bowl of the chicken soup that was simmered last night. The maid, realizing a little late, swiftly took out a spoon and filled a large bowl to the brim. "This chicken soup was simmered on low heat all night." Chicken soup? As soon as Kelvin heard it, he frowned and felt hesitant. “Grandfather, it's early in the morning..." It might be a bit greasy.

Old Mr. Foley smiled brightly with a suggestive wink.

"Not greasy at all. Who says only women need nourishment? Men need it too, especially since you've been tired for so long. Listen to me. Drink!" The maid stifled a laugh and almost dropped the soup bowl, but she managed to steady it in time.

Kelvin stared at old Mr. Foley with a fiery anger, his gaze so dark it seemed to pierce.

"You damn brat, you don't know what's good for you. This is the most nourishing black-bone chicken, m infused with mild wolfberries... I'm doing this for your own good, sending it up!" The last sentence was directed at the maid as an instruction. The young maid hurriedly carried the soup, lowered her head, and scurried upstairs to wait.

Kelvin knew he couldn't refuse anymore, so with a gloomy expression, he turned and went upstairs, ignoring old Mr. Foley's unnecessary words.

With a contented smile, he thought that if the situation continued like this, his great-grandchild might be next in line! Smiling and stroking his beard, he hummed a famous tune, the lyrics of which he had altered in a messy way, walking towards the dining table.