Chapter 17: Sleeping at My Place

For two centuries, the Edwards family's descendants served as court physicians and renowned herbal medicine merchants. Nearly every family member possessed knowledge of medicine and medical science. However, Layne's daughter proved less inclined to the family trade, prompting Adrian to offer his medical skills to his granddaughter, Cheyenne.

Cheyenne, however, claimed ignorance of medicine, a surprising revelation. It seemed Layne had kept his medical knowledge private. Adrian decided to visit Layne soon.

Observing her great-uncle's shifting expression—from purple to thoughtful—Cheyenne pondered his true identity.

"Okay, since you don't know, I won't force you. How is your grandfather doing?"

After further pleasantries, Cheyenne, unable to contain herself, gazed at the Rejuvenated Herb before her. "Granduncle, can I take this herb?" she finally asked.

Adrian noticed his great-uncle's slight grimace of pain before the weak reply, "Take it."

Cheyenne beamed. "Thank you so much! You're so generous! May you live long and prosper! Come visit us sometime!" Adrian silently watched them both.

"The girl has a silver tongue, but I didn't want to hear it. Just go!"

Leaving the private room, they found the lobby nearly deserted. Shadows lengthened, and only two corner spotlights illuminated the space. A man sat cross-legged in a chair, his black suit blending into the darkness like a statue. He emanated an icy coldness, as if winter had arrived prematurely. His deep-set eyes fixed on the figures at the stairs, his hands clenched into fists.

Cheyenne smiled, despite her proximity to the man, showing no apparent apprehension.

"Cheyenne, it's late. Let me take you home," Omari said.

"No need. Your house is in the opposite direction," Cheyenne flatly refused.

"Then stay at my place. I have plenty of rooms," he laughed, his mirth cutting through the dimness like a hunter's lure.

Kelvin overheard, his gaze fixed on Cheyenne's face. Though he couldn't clearly see her expression, her fair hand resting on Omari's arm was noticeable.

"I'm not going. Your house may be nice, but I don't like it."

"Cheyenne, you're so heartless to leave me alone."

Wait a minute, why does his tone sound like that of a man looking for intimacy?

The image of them laughing and talking flashed before Kelvin's eyes. Anger surged, confirming his suspicion of Cheyenne's pre-divorce plan. It was always only the women Kelvin didn't want!

Sensing a cold, murderous gaze, Cheyenne looked around, meeting a familiar pair of eyes. The light illuminated half his face: a full forehead, high nose bridge, and tightly pursed lips formed a striking profile. His cold features were almost cinematic in their timeless appeal.

Kelvin? Why hasn't he left?

He strode toward Cheyenne, hand in pocket. Omari protectively positioned himself before her.

"What do you want?"

"Get out."

Kelvin's icy gaze and unfriendly expression caused Omari's face to harden; he wouldn't yield.

"What makes you think you can tell me to leave? I'm protecting Cheyenne. She doesn't want to see you, so you should leave!" Omari, a top lawyer, had met influential people, yet Kelvin's presence intimidated him.

"Cheyenne, I need to talk to you. Tell your boyfriend to leave, or I can't guarantee what might happen."

Boyfriend? Her heart sank. Was that how he saw her?

She smiled sweetly at Omari, gently patting his shoulder. "Omari, wait outside."

Omari, uneasy, glanced at Kelvin before nodding. "I'll wait. Call me if he bothers you."

"Okay."

Their intimacy was palpable, Kelvin thought.

Before turning, Omari glared at Kelvin, whispering, "If you bully Cheyenne, you'll regret it."

Kelvin remained unmoved, ignoring the warning and focusing on restoring calm. [Search FindNovel.net on Google for early access to high-quality chapters.]

Chapter 17: Sleeping at My Place

In the dim light, Cheyenne faced Kelvin, arms crossed, a light laugh escaping her lips. "What does Mr. Foley want? Aren't you afraid your significant other will be jealous of us alone?"

Kelvin's brow furrowed, but his demeanor remained cold. After a pause, he said, "So, how much do you want?"

Cheyenne's exaggerated laughter echoed, her fingers lightly tapping her arm. "What? How much for one night?"

"Cheyenne!" His angry voice filled the air as he turned from the light, revealing a dark expression. How could she stoop so low?

"Oh, sorry, my mistake," Cheyenne replied calmly. "Don't be mad, Mr. Foley; if that's not it, don't waste my time with my little boyfriend."

Cheyenne's composure contrasted sharply with Kelvin's fury; she emphasized "boyfriend." Her playful demeanor ignited his anger. He grabbed her wrist.

"Don't leave!"