Chapter 41: Sending Abbie Home

Once Abbie returned home, Mr. Foley had no choice but to temporarily send her to the villa. Surprisingly, she settled in comfortably and even acted like the mistress of the house, redecorating her room. It was a small matter of spending some money; the villa had plenty of rooms, so Kelvin acquiesced.

However, Kelvin mostly lived in his bachelor apartment, a small space (about three hundred square feet) he and Cheyenne had bought near downtown after their marriage. Its proximity to his company made commuting convenient.

Abbie wanted to live in the apartment with him, but Kelvin, disliking interruptions, refused. She then requested Cheyenne's old room. Kelvin frowned. "How about you pick another room? Don't you love reading? There's an empty room next to my study you can use."

The study? Wasn't that close to Kelvin's bedroom?

Abbie agreed, unaware that Kelvin rarely stayed at the villa, only visiting occasionally with Cheyenne. He left later that night. The study's books—romance novels and comic books—were all Cheyenne's; it was merely for show.

Chapter 42: Say It Again, Cheyenne

Cody had left. Chris escorted him out and returned to the CEO's office. "Mr. Foley, I went back to look for you earlier but couldn't find you," he said.

The tall, lean man, his back to Chris, slowly untied his tie. "I ran into a lost old man on my way here. I sent him home before coming to the company."

Chris thought it would be more convenient if Mr. Foley carried a phone at all times. "What about your clothes?" he asked.

Kelvin's aura noticeably chilled. The summer heat felt insignificant in his presence. "You can go now. I need to freshen up," he said.

His office contained a small bedroom with a double bed and wardrobe, perfect for late nights or naps. It included a bathroom and toilet. His clothes were neatly arranged in black. But when he opened the closet, he saw a white suit.

The stark white stood out, triggering a wave of nostalgia. Three years ago…

He saw again the bright smile of a girl carrying a luxurious handbag. She offered him something. "Kelvin, this is for you."

He glanced at it on his desk, then said, "Take it away. I'm busy." It was distracting and took up space needed for important documents.

She pouted, leaning forward, her rose scent filling the air. "You haven't even looked at it yet! Just take one look!"

Their wedding was the day after tomorrow, but Kelvin, preoccupied with work, hadn't gotten fitted for a tuxedo. Cheyenne, understanding his busyness, had shopped with her friend Kate for something suitable.

Finally, he relented, glancing at the white suit. His eyebrows furrowed. "It doesn't suit me; you can take it away," he said coldly.

"No way, you'll look handsome in white. I've imagined it countless times," she said with a sly smile.

He felt annoyed. Did she really want to marry him so badly? "You know I only wear black," he said firmly.

Cheyenne retorted, "That's because black makes you look old. That's why I picked white!" She added, "You're eight years older than me but look like a thirty-year-old uncle!"

Kelvin glared. Was he really that old? He'd always considered himself attractive, and women pursued him, but none had dared speak to him like this.

"Cheyenne, say it again? Who is old?"

Unafraid, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his. "You're not old at all, but very strong in bed!"

"Shut up, you have no shame! You're only eighteen!"

Laughing, she breathed in his ear. "Why should I be ashamed? I only want you, Kelvin, my husband, I want you." She circled his chest.

He'd planned to finish the company's strategy that afternoon. Instead, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Autumn sunlight streamed through the skyscraper's blue glass, dazzling on their sweaty bodies.

He seemed to be proving his youth, making love to her until her legs went weak. He was captivated by her. On their wedding day, he wore his least favorite color—white.

The crimson face in his memory changed to the indifferent woman before him, calling him "Mr. Foley."

Cheyenne…

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