Chapter 39: Kelvin, You Brought It on Yourself

Cheyenne pulled up in her luxury car and slowly stopped beside him. She rolled down the window, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

"Who would have thought I'd run into Mr. Foley here? What a coincidence," she said with a smile.

Kelvin's lips were pressed into a thin line. Bulging veins pulsed on his forehead as he stared at the smiling woman. How could he let her see him in such an embarrassing state? This was more frustrating than losing billions of dollars in a business deal. His eyes widened, especially when he saw her "cool" outfit. Cheyenne had never dressed like that before.

Unknown to Kelvin, Cheyenne had once believed he preferred elegant, refined women like Abbie. To cater to his tastes and project an image of domestic obedience, she'd worn vintage, elegant dresses. Now, divorced, she felt no need to restrain herself.

He withdrew his gaze, adopting a cold expression that said, "I want nothing to do with you." This had always been his attitude.

"What coincidence? If Miss Lawrence has nothing better to do, please leave now," he said coldly.

The words and tone momentarily dazed Cheyenne. A memory surfaced: Kelvin, in his early twenties, had just taken over Foley Group. Overwhelmed, he sometimes forgot to eat. He'd stop briefly on his way to work, sending his assistant, Chris, to a coffee shop.

Sixteen-year-old Cheyenne, yearning for a glimpse of him, worked there after school. Despite her family's reduced circumstances, she could have lived comfortably; yet, she chose to work. Regardless of the weather, she woke up half an hour early to see him. He liked black coffee, light on the sugar.

One day, she secretly tasted his order—bitterly disappointed. She preferred sweet things. To ensure he had the best coffee, she had a friend import high-quality beans from South Aplos. She personally ground them, her hands blistered from the effort, brewing it perfectly and placing it in a thermos. She casually handed it to him. The perfectly brewed coffee at the ideal temperature soothed his upset stomach.

Later, when Abbie fell ill, Kelvin stopped sending Chris for coffee. He juggled work and university studies, also taking Abbie to the hospital for checkups. He had no time for coffee stops.

Cheyenne waited nearly a month before seeing him again. It was autumn; he wore a brown coat, white shirt, and black trousers, looking thinner but with more intense eyes. She rushed to greet him, but Abbie emerged from a clothing store, wearing a beige floral dress, shyly asking, "Do I look good?"

Cheyenne couldn't see Kelvin's expression, but Abbie's gentle smile suggested he approved. Gathering courage, Cheyenne approached, smiling faintly, "Mr. Foley! What are the odds? Fate, huh?"

Ignoring Abbie's icy stare, she looked deeply into Kelvin's handsome face. He frowned, then impatiently interrupted, just as he had now: "If Miss Lawrence has nothing better to do, please leave now."

Her heart shattered, but she forced a smile. "I'm sorry for intruding. I was surprised to see you. My apologies."

"I don't know you, Miss Lawrence," he replied with disgust.

Remembering the past, a slight smile played on her lips. "Then I won't disturb your walk, Mr. Foley. Goodbye!"

She put on her sunglasses, rolled up the window, and accelerated. The car's wheels splashed water, creating a high spray that drenched Kelvin. His hair plastered to his cheeks, water droplets reflecting the coldness in his eyes. His white shirt was muddied. He had OCD.

Gloomily, he gritted his teeth, shouting, "Cheyenne Lawrence! After our divorce, you've become so arrogant!"

Ten meters away, Cheyenne glanced in the rearview mirror at his disheveled figure. Unable to contain her good mood, she opened the sunroof and enjoyed the ride. Kelvin, you brought this on yourself!

Screams erupted from Room 309 VIP at Akloit Royal Hospital. "It hurts… you damn girl! Don't you know how to be gentle? Are you trying to murder me?"

Cheyenne paused at the door, sunglasses hanging from her bag. She opened it to hear Kate's cheerful voice: "Come on, it's kind of me to come see you."

Reece, still in his drab gray filming costume, looked up, surprised. Cheyenne curled her lip in disgust. "I heard you got hurt? You look fine to me!"

Reece showed her his heavily bandaged hand. Cheyenne was startled. "Is it that serious? Did you get it casted?"

Kate grinned sheepishly. "No, I just wrapped it myself."

Cheyenne hesitated, then said, "Well done."