Chapter 72: She's Really Immature

Tanner, drenched and holding a black-and-white checkered umbrella, approached Cheyenne. He was speechless. The rain poured. Miss Lawrence would be soaked if she went out. Master Iker had trained female soldiers to endure mud and five-kilometer runs in the rain, but Tanner couldn't bring himself to treat Cheyenne like one of them; he saw her as delicate and sweet.

Cheyenne knew Iker was retaliating by sending her away because she'd made him take "bitter medicine," but she'd done it for his own good. She'd even given him her favorite candy. Iker was being stingy.

Should she take the umbrella?

Suddenly, the rain intensified, blurring everything in mist. The villa was shrouded in white; wind-scattered leaves covered the ground.

Clang!

A thunderclap shook Cheyenne. She bit her lip and took the umbrella.

Turning with a smile, she said, "Thank you so much, Master Iker!" Her skirt billowed in the wind. Iker laughed.

As she started to leave, someone spoke.

"Forget it. Wait until the rain stops."

"Master Iker, I'll accept your kindness," Cheyenne said, smiling at the awkward man behind her.

He remained cold. "Tanner, take Miss Lawrence to the living room."

"Yes."

After taking Cheyenne to the living room, Tanner went to change his clothes. Before leaving, he explained, "Miss Lawrence, please forgive us. Master Iker is tough-talking but soft-hearted."

"I understand. Thank you," Cheyenne replied.

A servant brought afternoon tea—tiramisu and coffee. Feeling bored, Cheyenne turned on the TV. It was showing Peppa Pig.

Upstairs, Iker held a book but couldn't concentrate. The noise from downstairs—cartoon voices and Cheyenne's laughter—was distracting. Several times, he considered sending her away. Glancing at the rain, he gave up.

The rain continued relentlessly. Cheyenne eventually fell asleep on the couch, the TV light flickering on her face.

When the noise ceased, Iker felt strangely uncomfortable. Her laughter had been more pleasant than the rain.

"Why isn't she laughing?"

"Tanner, check if Miss Lawrence has left."

Tanner, dozing at the door, jolted awake.

"I'll check."

"Never mind, I'll go myself." Iker left his study.

Cheyenne slept soundly. Her flushed face rested on the pillow, hair brushing her lips. She murmured, "Kelvin"

Iker, assuming she was cold, took off his jacket and gently covered her. He wasn't sure why he cared so much; perhaps he feared she'd get sick and he'd have no one to care for him.

"Call her for dinner," Iker coughed, embarrassed, then left.

"Yes," Tanner replied.

The storm flooded Akloit. However, an expensive car sped through the storm, splashing water high into the air. Inside, Kelvin read a contract, unfazed by the downpour.

Chris, driving, nervously asked, "Mr. Foley, must we visit Master Davon proactively? They say he's a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"Hmm," Kelvin responded coldly, finishing the contract and tossing it onto the seat. It fell under the seat, along with a small, bright yellow smiley face that read, "Kelvin!" in black ink. Kelvin recognized Cheyenne's handiwork.

Chris, thinking Kelvin was angry, stammered, "Mr. Foley, I swear I've washed the car many times!"

Kelvin squeezed the smiley face. "Does Cheyenne use this to vent her anger? How childish!" He almost threw it away, then changed the name to "Cheyenne" and kept it.

Approaching the Todd mansion, he resumed his cold demeanor. He pocketed the smiley face.

"We've arrived, Mr. Foley," Chris announced.

"Hmm." Kelvin emerged from the car, his tall figure striking against the backdrop of the luxurious villa.

"Mr. Foley, you're a rare guest," Kai greeted, smiling.

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