Chapter 205: Your Lady Is Over There

Chapter 205: Your Lady is Over There

Cheyenne didn't want to waste any more time with the scumbag

couple, so she sweetly stepped forward and took old Mr. Foley's arm.

"Grandpa, it's chilly outside. Let's go in."

"Okay, okay! I'm so happy that you came to see me. Come on, I have

your favorite mango pudding cake prepared at the party. I had the

butler specially make it for you."

Joe, who had been standing behind them all along, gave Cheyenne a

faint smile and respectfully bowed his body. "Mrs. Foley, it's been a

long time."

Cheyenne nodded her head at him and responded softly, “Uncle Joe,

please call me Cheyenne from now on. I'm no longer your lady

anymore. Your new lady is next to your young master over there; don't

call her by mistake."

Joe remained silent.

Old Mr. Foley listened with regret; it seemed that Kelvin really hurt

Cheyenne.

She was someone who knew what she loved and hated; saying this

meant that she was kicking her grandson out of her world - not a good

sign.

Kelvin coldly looked at Cheyenne with icy eyes as his heart suddenly

sank into sharp pain mixed with anger.

He couldn't say anything back.

Emelia brightened up and quickly went over to hold Abbie's hand like

sisters do while coquettishly saying, "Abbie, don't be sad! Grandpa is

just joking around with you! Come on in together with me! You're

Kelvin's sweetheart after all - no one can replace you even if some

people have thick skin!"

Her sudden move made Abbie feel confused since Emelia had

appeared like an enemy last time they met but now acted like another

person entirely different today.

However, her words seemed to please Abbie. The latter was feeling

rather awkward and unsure whether to stay or leave, but now she was

reluctant to go. Yet staying would be equally uncomfortable, especially

since old Mr. Foley didn't seem to welcome her. If Kelvin didn't step in

and insist, she might indeed become the clown of this evening's event.

After standing there for several minutes without any sign of action from

Kelvin, Abbie began to feel anxious. She had prepared a special gift

tonight to please old Mr. Foley, and she believed it would surely amaze

everyone and help mend the situation.

Kelvin kept his eyes fixed on Cheyenne, but she showed no reaction

whatsoever. Even when she heard Emelia say that Abbie was his

sweetheart, she didn't appear surprised at all. She just shrugged as if it

didn't matter to her.

He remembered when they first got married, his secretary at the office

was a woman and Cheyenne had been jealous for a long time.

Helpless, Kelvin had to replace all the staff in the CEO's office with

men.

She was so happy that she made him breakfast with her own hands.

He told himself that he did it not because he cared about Cheyenne's

feelings, but because male employees were more efficient than female

ones.

After pleasing him for three days, Cheyenne gave herself up and

resumed her lazy sleeping habits.

However, her domineering attitude of not allowing him to look at other

women remained unchanged.

She was indeed heartless. She could truly cut ties completely if she

claimed not to care!

Kelvin was too preoccupied with Cheyenne's attitude to notice the

changing glances directed at Abbie from the people around.

The future Mrs. Foley, an incredibly prestigious title, was about to

change hands. Of course, they needed to curry favor.

After being away for two or three months, as she stepped back into this

familiar place, memories replayed in Cheyenne's mind like scenes

rewinding in a movie.

On this couch, Kelvin had covered her with a blanket. On that coffee

table, he read documents while she did her homework. In the hallway

on the second floor, beneath a painting of Mona Lisa, she had gave her

first kiss.

Although the process wasn't particularly romantic. He had kissed her

out of frustration. Her lips had swollen for several days afterward, and

she had been too embarrassed to go to school.

There were too many memories like these; they were all in the past.

The future was coming and she had to move forward without thinking

about Kelvin or those good or bad memories.

Cheyenne pretended unaffectedly sitting next to old Mr. Foley while

wearing black professional attire which made people think she was

either his bodyguard or subordinate. She looked out of place among all

these elegant clothes.

At this moment Emelia, walked in holding Abbie's hand and sat down

on old Mr. Foley's left side, deliberately placing Abbie near Kelvin and

diagonally across from where Cheyenne sat.

Meanwhile Vincent wandered around during the banquet making many

people reacquaint themselves with him.

Old Mr. Foley laughed a lot and asked, "How have you been lately?"

Cheyenne sat upright, cutting elegantly into steak with knife and fork

and showing off proper etiquette.

Kelvin remembered that Cheyenne used to not eat steak like this. She

found it too troublesome and always asked the chef to cut it up for her

before bringing it out. When he took her out to a Western restaurant,

she stabbed the whole steak to eat it, which drew countless sneers

from others.

As the CEO of the Foley Group, he had such a vulgar wife. Kelvin was

disgusted and felt embarrassed by her behavior.

But now as he watched Cheyenne eat the steak skillfully and

effortlessly according to his standards, he couldn't help but feel a

twinge of bitterness in his heart.

How many men had she gone out with before learning how to behave

like this?

Little did he know that Cheyenne only acted that way because she

wanted to be herself in front of him. She wanted them both to live

without restraint and just enjoy themselves.

However, all of that seemed crude and vulgar in Kelvin's eyes.

“I'm doing great! I've made quite a few friends. I'll bring them over one

day so Grandpa can meet them too," Cheyenne said cheerfully.

Upon hearing this, old Mr. Foley immediately felt a sense of crisis and

jokingly asked, "Are they male or female?"

Cheyenne used her fork to pick up a piece of beef and brought it to her

lips. Her vibrant red lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth.

She elegantly bit into the beef, chewing slowly.

With a slight, closed-lip smile, she replied, "Male."

To stimulate his grandson, old Mr. Foley pretended to be happy while

internally feeling like exploding. "Great! Bring them over one day so I

can help you pick which one is most suitable for you."

Wait... Was he trying to set up Cheyenne with someone else?

Not only was Cheyenne stunned but even Kelvin paused mid-action.

"Screech-" The sudden noise drew everyone's attention, and they all

turned to look. It turned out that the sound was coming from Emelia.