Female Novel
Chapter 19: I Remember Cheyenne'S Breath And Footsteps
Chapter 19: I Remember Cheyenne's Breath and Footsteps
Cheyenne slipped off her high heels at the doorway before tiptoeing into her apartment holdingRejuvenated Herb. The wooden floors felt chilly beneath her feet as soon as she stepped inside;just then, the piano music abruptly stopped playing.
A warm voice like spring water sounded beside Cheyenne's ear. "I knew it was you who came overhere! Be good now, put your shoes back on since it's cold on this floor."
Upon hearing this, the woman paused in her footsteps, pouted her lips and spoke softly, "Can't youjust let me give you a surprise once?"
Feeling around the piano, he stood up and reached for his ebony cane with a carved flower designthat was placed nearby. He slowly made his way over in a pair of grey slippers.
"It's because you always want to tease me, but I've memorized your footsteps and breathingpatterns," he explained.
Cheyenne looked at him in surprise as she helped him sit down on the couch in the living room.Curiously, she asked, "What do my footsteps sound like?"
"You're always rushing around but your steps are light by the time you reach the door. And yourbreathing is about one second slower than others," he replied.
"Benson is so clever! You can even identify people this way," Cheyenne praised him.
But not everyone was worth remembering for Benson; only Cheyenne had that privilege.
"Benson, your eyes will be healed soon because I found Rejuvenated Herb!" She exclaimedexcitedly to him.
His eyes...
Cheyenne's gaze became teary as she thought, 'Benson wouldn't have lost his sight if it weren't forsaving my life. Benson would have been a world-renowned musician by now instead of beingconfined indoors these past three years while missing out on many opportunities and honors thatshould have belonged to him.novelbin
"Cheyenne, I don't hold any hope anymore for my eyesight but seeing how much you work hardevery day just to take care of me breaks my heart."
Benson Gibbs smiled faintly, his hand covering Cheyenne's and noticing how cold her palm was. Hecouldn't help but tighten his grip.
"Treating your eyes is what I should do. I hope that one day you can see me with your own eyes. SoI haven't given up, and neither can you." Her voice was unusually firm, and Benson could evenimagine her acting cute in his mind.
His Adam's apple rolled as he softly spoke a word, "Okay."
After a moment of silence, Benson suddenly touched her soft hair and asked gently, "By the way,Cheyenne, are you free the day after tomorrow?"
The day after tomorrow?
She thought carefully before shaking her head. "I'm free. Is there anything you need my help with?"
Benson nodded and got up to search for something on the bookshelf in the living room. His longfingers slid over the second row before taking out an old book with a worn cover.
He took out two tickets from inside and returned to face Cheyenne.
In a gentle voice, he said, "It's my birthday in two days' time and I'd like to invite you to go see anopera with me if possible."
It was Benson's birthday in two days' time!!!
Cheyenne widened her lips in surprise; she had been so busy fighting Kelvin these past few daysthat she had forgotten all about Benson's birthday!
What kind of gift should she prepare within three days?
"Okay," she agreed without hesitation.
Looking at the tickets handed over to her by him revealed that it was actually one of the world's topopera tours - these two were even best seat tickets!
'It's hard to buy them even if someone has enough money. How did he get them?'
"I'm really looking forward to celebrating my birthday together with you." He smiled, revealing twosmall dimples beside the corners of his lips.
"I will definitely go."
...
Three days later, Red Moon Concert Hall in Akloit.
This concert was the last stop on this year's global tour and also the finale. The team originallywanted to choose Briyra for their final performance but for some reason they changed their mindsand chose here instead.
The performer was Mr. James, an expert in opera who had received countless praises fromfashionistas for his combination of opera stagecraft, lighting and costumes. Watching him performan opera is undoubtedly a visual feast.
Tonight's attendees were all dressed elegantly with exquisite hairstyles and clothing choices thatexuded a hint of artistic elegance with every move they make.
To everyone's surprise, a pink Lamborghini drove over from across the street - its romantic color fullof youthful energy - followed by even more astonishment when people saw how expensive it was!
After opening the car door, a stunning woman with an hourglass figure wearing a white cocktaildress stepped out. With her oval face featuring high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes above hernose bridge and luscious lips painted in maple red lipstick that looked both passionate yet bold...
Her face was lightly made up, accentuating her beautiful eyes and eyebrows. She looked youngand full of vitality, probably in her early twenties, but already driving a luxury car worth millions ofdollars. It was truly enviable.
The woman extended a delicate hand towards the car, then another hand grasped her wrist. Butthis hand belonged to a handsome young man whose appearance immediately caught the attentionof most women present.
He wore a white three-piece suit with double-breasted buttons that complemented his short sandyhair and charmingly refined facial features. His lips were neither too thin nor too thick, alwayscurved into an alluring smile.
He seemed like a prince from a fairy tale - elegant and noble - until people noticed that his pitch-black pupils had no focus. He was blind!
Despite being such an attractive blind man with gentle manners, spending the rest of one's life withhim would undoubtedly be challenging for any woman.
Feeling the unfriendly stares from those around them, Benson nervously tightened his grip onCheyenne's hand. The latter sensed his sweaty palm and knew why he felt nervous.
"Benson, don't be nervous," Cheyenne said as she leaned closer to him on tiptoe. "You're the mosthandsome man here."
Reaching out with her small, delicate hand, Cheyenne clumsily and slowly helped him fix hiscrooked tie. The distance between them was less than twenty centimeters, and Cheyenne's coolfingertips occasionally brushed against his skin through his white shirt.
She also smelled of a faint fruity sweetness that made people feel refreshed and happy.
Cheyenne wasn't good at tying ties. Even after being married to Kelvin for three years, she hadnever helped him once. In fact, she had secretly practiced countless times before but he just nevergave her the opportunity to put it into practice.