Chapter 200: Vulgarity

Chapter 200: Vulgarity

Upon hearing his voice behind her, Cheyenne impatiently turned

around and rolled her eyes. "Mr. Foley, do you have anything else to

say? Hurry up and spit it out so I can leave."

Kelvin had nothing to say, he just didn't want to see her willingly fall into

a downward spiral.

After thinking for a while, he finally spoke in a commanding tone. "Don't

come to places like this anymore.”

Cheyenne found it amusing and crossed her arms with pride as she

looked at him disdainfully. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Kelvin, listen carefully, we're done now and I don't love you anymore!

Goodbye!" The words "don’t love" kept echoing in his mind like a curse.

He felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart as if he were being

crushed by a boulder. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him.

"How could you be like this, Cheyenne?" Clearly she was the one who

intruded into his world first.

“I was the one who said 'l love you’ first but you didn't care.”

“I've been secretly loving you for eight years and married to you for

three years. During these three years, it's been you that tore my heart

apart piece by piece and trampled on my love for you."

"Kelvin, I'm tired. I don't want to love you anymore." Only after getting

drunk tonight did Cheyenne speak candidly about how she felt inside.

Kelvin listened with complex emotions. He couldn't bear it.

Eight years... She had secretly loved him for eight years? When did

that happen?

"Cheyenne..." He couldn't bring himself to say those three words: "I am

sorry.”

"Let go.” She glared at him coldly with slightly drunken eyes.

"No," he replied firmly.

"What do you want from me?" Don't tell her that he came looking for

her because he fell in love with her! Pfft! She no longer cared about

him.

"Come with me!"

"Why?" She struggled against his grip but Kelvin lifted her up onto his

shoulder again before carrying her towards the car.

Like throwing away an old sack of potatoes, Kelvin dumped Cheyenne

onto the back seat of the car before ordering coldly, "Drive."

"Yes, Mr. Foley," Chris watched as Mr. Foley took charge dominantly;

applauding inwardly at how authoritative Mr. Foley appeared.

With one step on the gas pedal, they left the club.

Thinking that Kelvin had some plans for her, Cheyenne was surprised

when he carried her to a nearby hotel.

He pushed her onto the bed and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his

suit jacket. His long, slender fingers moved gracefully against the black

fabric.

"What do you want?" Cheyenne asked, her hands covering her chest

as she backed away.

Seeing her cautious movements, Kelvin raised an eyebrow, clearly

annoyed. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

"Well, that's a relief,” Cheyenne retorted.

Without further explanation, he left the room and returned shortly with a

black bag. He tossed it in front of her and ordered in a cold tone,

"Change into this."

Cheyenne opened the bag and found a black professional suit inside.

She blushed and scoffed sarcastically, “I had no idea, Mr. Foley, that

you had this kind of quirk. Do you want me to wear this to make love to

you?"

“I'm okay with it. Anyway, I've worn more inviting clothes before."

Upon hearing this, Kelvin clenched his fists, glaring at her coldly.

"Cheyenne, can't you stop demeaning yourself?" he questioned.

"If you don't want me to, then why bring me to a hotel? Don't tell me it's

just for a cozy chat under the covers," Cheyenne retorted. She

suddenly sat up, extending a hand to touch his chest.

Her fingers lingered on his chest, and Kelvin's mind was flooded with

memories of countless intimate moments they'd shared in the past.

“This damned woman is at it again, he thought.

"Cheyenne, let go!" he shouted in frustration.

"You men are all the same. Kelvin, I look down on you," Cheyenne

said, smiling fearlessly and meeting his gaze head-on.

She opened her red lips and let out a cold, emotionless laugh as she

spoke, “Isn't that right? You are thinking about your childhood friend

Miss Berry, but at the same time you have desires for my body."

"It seems even someone as high and cold as you can't escape the

vulgarity between men and women, can you?" she replied.

"Cheyenne, since you say that, I'll show you what it means!"

She asked for it!

Kelvin pushed her against the wall and grabbed her delicate chin with

one hand before kissing her fiercely.

"Kelvin!" she protested.

“You provoked me first. You deserve this,” he said before holding onto

both of her wrists to prevent any struggling while deepening the kiss.

It wasn't really a kiss so much as it was like gnawing on pork knuckles.

He didn't know anything about being gentle or tender towards a

woman. This was their first kiss together, and both Cheyenne and

Kelvin were somewhat clumsy in their attempts at intimacy.

He never imagined himself pressing a woman against the wall like this

just to kiss her.

Since he was a neat freak, he believed kissing meant sharing saliva

with someone else which seemed unacceptable to him. But now his

first impression of it was surprisingly sweet.

They lost themselves in each other during this vengeful kiss until

Cheyenne couldn't hold herself up anymore; Kelvin slowly released her

from his grip.

He placed the bag in front of her again and whispered softly, “Change

into these clothes so we can go to a party.”

"Why should 1?" Cheyenne had blushes on her face which accentuated

those watery eyes that looked like they could speak for themselves.

She panted out in protest.

As for why Kelvin wanted them to go together, he blushed slightly when

explaining, "My grandfather wants to see you."

Cheyenne nodded unexpectedly. "Alright then, I'll go.”

Even though they've been divorced for so long now, she hadn't visited

old Mr. Foley yet mainly because she didn't know how to face him who

treated her like his own granddaughter.

When she agreed without hesitation, Kelvin finally breathed out a sigh

of relief.