Chapter 151: Beautiful Women Know How To Deceive People

Chapter 151: Beautiful Women Know How to

Deceive People

The solicitous behavior of Omari Lara, the renowned international

lawyer, might have seemed like a sycophantic act to Kelvin. Such

actions could have been perceived as embarrassing for the Lara family.

Omari was well aware of Kelvin's disdain for him, but he didn't really

care. He saw it as part of the process of pursuing women and enjoyed

it.

Cheyenne grabbed onto his sleeve, leaving a greasy fingerprint on the

blue suit sleeve.

"Mr. Lara, you came just in time. You're the one who saved me from

that car accident, right?"

As she spoke, Omari looked nervously elsewhere and met Kelvin's

dark and fierce gaze.

He understood what was happening.

He coughed to disguise his nervousness before smiling slightly with

parted lips. “I should protect you, Cheyenne; I'll always be there for you

when danger arises.”

He lowered his eyes to look at his own feet while speaking; this wasn't

exactly lying though - he was simply expressing what he felt in that

moment.

Cheyenne raised her chin like a victorious rooster with her long elegant

neck exposed along with a thin silver chain around it.

Kelvin's grim gaze fell upon her neck - so slender that one could break

it easily if they squeezed too hard.

"Mr. Foley," she said coldly while looking down on him disdainfully. “Do

you have any shame? It was Mr. Lara who saved me, and yet you said

you saved me instead, making me think I had the wrong person.”

Her words infuriated him as he clenched his fists tightly.

"Oh! Are we upset now? Everything I said is true! Someone heartless

like yourself probably wishes I died sooner so I wouldn't get in your way

or Miss Berry's way."

Every word out of her mouth only served to anger him more.

“Petty, arrogant, difficult to communicate with, boring, heartless... Is this

how she see myself?"

'If I had a chance to start over again, I would never choose someone

like Kelvin." Such words hit him even harden.

“Why did I care so much about what Cheyenne thought about me? That

isn't my style."

As Kelvin's expression grew increasingly sour while Cheyenne

continued tauntingly provoking him further, Omari quickly stepped

forward to stop her before things escalated any further.

"Okay, Cheyenne, I know you don't like this guy and neither do I. We

don't need to get angry over someone who doesn't matter. Come on, I

brought you chicken soup, you'll love it."

Omari's words of "someone who doesn't matter” didn't sit well with

Kelvin and his lips tightened into a straight line.

That's just how he is - the calmer he appears, the angrier he actually is.

Cheyenne felt a sense of satisfaction that she could make Mr. Foley -

someone who was always calm and collected - angry.

In all the eight years that she had admired him, Kelvin had never shown

her anything but indifference.

She used to wish for even just one glance from him - even if it was an

angry glare - just to prove that he acknowledged her existence.

But he didn't have any hatred towards her, let alone love.

Cheyenne turned around without looking at Kelvin anymore and smiled

happily at Mr. Lara instead. Her eyes were bright and clear as she said,

"Mr. Lara, let's go back now. Although I'm already full from eating

earlier, I can still drink some soup."

“It's my fault for being late."

As they were about to leave together, Kelvin suddenly called out

Omari's name.

"Mr. Lara, can we talk for a moment?"

Omari stopped in his tracks, exchanged a brief look with Cheyenne. His

smile remained gentle as he reached out a warm hand to stroke her

soft, long hair. "Cheyenne, wait here for me; I'll be right back."

"Hmm," she replied softly.

“When did they become so intimate? She allows another man to touch

her hair and call her intimately, though she has claimed that she can't

live without me and that I am the love of her life in front of Grandfather.

It's all just deceptive nonsense, isn't it? Beautiful women really know

how to deceive people.’ Kelvin thought.

Cheyenne watched their figures disappear into the distance, wondering

why Kelvin wanted to talk with Omari.

She sighed softly before taking a seat since her waist couldn't take any

more strain.

Abbie took long strides towards Cheyenne before sitting down next to

her; there was less than twenty centimeters between them now.

The faint scent of Abbie's perfume wafted into Cheyenne's nostrils,

making her sneeze involuntarily again.

"Miss Berry, we're not acquainted,” she spoke up coldly while gesturing

Abbie away slightly. "Could you please move over some more? The

scent of your perfume is too strong.”

She disliked overpowering scents such as ylang-ylang or magnolia-like

fragrances like Abbie's perfume carried along with it .

Abbie, on the other hand, always had a strong smell of disinfectant on

her because she was constantly going back and forth to the hospital for

medication.

To cover up this scent, she often wore perfume with a strong fragrance.

"Cheyenne, how could we not be acquainted? I treat you like my own

sister. I know you hate me because of Kelvin's situation but... I have no

choice. I have no parents or family except him," Abbie said sorrowfully

as tears streamed down her pale face.

After Abbie's parents died in a car accident, her world collapsed and

the only hope that kept her alive was Kelvin.

When she found out he was going to marry Cheyenne, it felt like her

heart shattered into pieces. The suffocating pain would never be

forgotten in this lifetime.

So she purposely left the window open, refused to take medication and

made herself almost at death's door on Kelvin's wedding night.

She was gambling.

She was gambling.

If Kelvin abandoned Cheyenne and flew abroad to be with her, then

she would continue with this difficult love.

But if he didn't come, then Abbie would live well and make sure

Cheyenne was destroyed before dying herself.

She could accept him marrying another woman but not falling in love

with that woman!

"Miss Berry, don't say such things about yourself bringing misfortune

towards your parents. To be honest, I'm scared! What if you jinx me as

well? It's better for me to stay away from you."

Cheyenne quickly got up from where they were sitting and moved over

to the other side of the table after speaking these words.

Abbie said those things hoping others would sympathize with her so

they could all hate Cheyenne together. She didn't expect that

Cheyenne misunderstood what she meant and even indicated that she

was a jinx.

Instead of gaining sympathy from onlookers around them, she received

disdainful looks.

Cheyenne smiled lightly, leaned over towards Abbie's ear and

whispered something infuriating.

"Miss Berry, your affair with Kelvin has nothing to do with me. If you

came to me looking for sympathy, I would suggest you turn back.

Because I'm the kind of person who lacks empathy! It's too

extravagant, and using it on someone like you is even more wasteful.”