She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 393: His Unexpected Gentleness Kelvin finished his breakfast gracefully and quickly, but was still forced to drink half a bowl of chicken soup.

When Cheyenne woke up, she smelled the fragrant aroma of chicken soup and saw Kelvin sitting alone at the table, enjoying his meal.

"Gurgle..." An awkward sound came, and Cheyenne's face turned crimson. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself, curling up within it.

Kelvin was dumbfounded by this series of actions, but once he realized what was happening, he couldn't help but smile. It turned out that beneath her cool and lazy demeanor, she was still just that adorable little girl.

Walking over in his slippers, with his two somewhat sexy long legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze filled with a hint of delight as he looked at the bulging blanket. "Alright, I won't make fun of you. Cout and eat something." A muffled voice cfrom under the blanket, “If you laugh, then you're a dog!" Hearing this, Kelvin couldn't help but twitch his eye corner.

How could the heir of the Foley family and the richest man in Akloit admit to being a dog? He quickly cleared his throat, adjusted his mood, and nodded solemnly. "Hmm, I really didn't laugh at you. You've been hungry for a while. Get up and eat a bit before sleeping." Only then did Cheyenne peek her head out from under the blanket, her long chestnut hair in a messy and unruly state.

Her watery apricot eyes seemed to speak, with a few strands of chestnut hair accidentally hanging on her red lips. Her innocent and bewitching expression made Kelvin's heart skip a beat.

But she had no idea how tempting she looked, and she casually uncovered the blanket, preparing to get up. The pink embroidered dress with a high slit revealed her two slender and white legs, like a staple of a comic book character.

Just as her feet were about to touch the ground, Kelvin used his left hand to grab her collar and effortlessly lifted her onto his shoulder, as if he was carrying a sack.

However, this position was uncomfortable for Cheyenne. She was already feeling hungry with an empty stomach. In this position, her head hanging down caused the blood to flow in the opposite direction... Just as she had woken up, this sudden movement startled her, causing her head to go momentarily blank and feel unusually heavy.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Putdown, I can walk on my own!" Seeing her resisting like this, Kelvin felt disappointed, but he still didn't put her down, and strode towards the bathroom.

"Don't worry. I'm just afraid of your feet getting hurt again," he reassured.

He placed her on the cold washbasin and once she sat firmly, Cheyenne glared at him angrily before her gaze fell on the black marble countertop.

She noticed a pink glass on the countertop with geometric designs, featuring a small cat image. The cat curled its tail and lay on the ground, extending its cute furry paw to hold a rose. Even the toothbrushes were cute and pink.

Kelvin's cup, on the other hand, was a pure blue color with an image of a smiling and naive tiger. In his hand, he held out a rose.

Cheyenne looked completely bewildered. Was this something Mr. Foley would use? Wasn't he into minimalist style? Kelvin's face also showed a hint of awkward embarrassment. This was something he had bought a long tago... about three years ago. He saw this award-winning set of couple cups while on a business trip. The designer said they could engrave a free inscription on it, symbolizing the "lifetime" of the two people.

Almost as if guided by fate, he had engraved "CL" on the cups. By the the realized what he had done, it was too late to regret. He had no choice but to buy the cups and casually pack them in his luggage on the way back.

Cheyenne had never stayed in the sroom as him, so naturally, she didn't know about the cups. He had also forgotten about them.

It was only after their divorce that when Kelvin was searching for cufflinks, he accidentally opened a drawer and discovered this quiet set of cups lying inside. They hadn't been touched in three years, and even the unopened packaging looked old.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from the outside, and the maid brought in the cooked century egg porridge. Kelvin embarrassingly lifted his foot and walked towards the door, instructing carefully, "Alright, you freshen up first. I'll go open the door. Letknow when you're done.." "Okay," Cheyenne replied.

Kelvin's sudden change in attitude left Cheyenne feeling confused. Perhaps he felt guilty because he took care of her injured foot? Regardless, she decided to put it aside for now and focus on freshening up. Cheyenne picked up the pink cup and filled it with water. As she lowered her head to take a sip, she noticed two letters at the bottom of the cup.

She couldn't calm down for a long time.

On the other side, Kelvin took the century egg porridge from the maid and found that it contained green onion, which made him a little angry.

His gaze turned cold. "What's wrong with you? Didn't I say that she doesn't eat onions, and not to put them in the porridge?" The maid was frightened by his demeanor, her face turning pale as she repeatedly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Foley, I forgot. Should I cook another serving for her..." "What tis it now? Forget it, you can go, there won't be a next time." "Yes," the maid replied.

Relieved, the maid walked away, wiping the sweat from her forehead, thinking to herself that the young master was truly terrifying. She couldn't fathom how Miss Lawrence, who appeared delicate and beautiful, dealt with his temperament.

When Cheyenne finished freshening up and walked out in his slippers, she saw him sitting earnestly in a chair, meticulously using a small spoon to remove the green onions from the porridge.

A small pile of green onions had accumulated on the pristine white single grain of rice plate, without a single touching them. It was evident that Kelvin was an incredibly meticulous man. Cheyenne had never seen someone with such perfectionism before. A slight wave of unfamiliar emotions swept through her heart. Cheyenne bit her lip and walked up to him, sitting down.

Kelvin didn't look up, his voice still cold as he said, "Wait a moment, I'm almost done picking out the green onions. It's just right now, not too hot." Suddenly, her small, fair hand covered his hand, stopping his movements.

"Alright, I'm not that fussy. I wouldn't dare let Mr. Foley pick out the green onions for me. I'll do it myself.” "It's just a small matter.' But I'm willing to do it for you.

Kelvin moved her hand away and continued removing the last few pieces of onion.

on. He watched as the white and fragrant porridge, decorated with minced meat, stirred up his appetite. "Alright, eat quickly before it gets cold." He placed the bowl with the perfect temperature in her hands.

Cheyenne looked at the bowl of porridge, and with a glimpse from her eyes, she noticed the green onions left behind on the plate. She hesitated and struggled within herself.

If she wanted to show sbackbone, she shouldn't eat this porridge.

But she was really starving.

After a brief inner struggle, Cheyenne finally compromised.