Female Novel
Chapter 208: Your Foot Is Injured
Chapter 208: Your Foot is Injured
Cheyenne lifted her hand and took off the pearl clip that was holding her hair up, placing it on thetable. Her thick chestnut curls cascaded down like a waterfall. She looked at Abbie with a calm yetstubborn gaze, using her delicate fingers to unbutton her black suit jacket one by one.
She kicked off her high heels and stepped onto the cold golden floor with her feet painted in brightred nail polish.
"Swish."
The black suit jacket flew up into the air and opened up like a circle before landing gracefully on anearby chair. Everyone's attention was drawn to Cheyenne once again as she unbuttoned the toptwo buttons of her shirt, revealing smooth fair skin and delicate collarbones.
Her perfect feet were slender and elegant, adorned with a thin silver ankle chain that made Kelvinblush at its sight. A lot of intimate scenes came into his mind.
It was Cheyenne's nineteenth birthday, the first year after they had married. She had been pesteringhim to buy it for her.
Initially, he hadn't wanted to purchase it, but he couldn't stand to see her eyes lose their luster.Under the temptation, he had driven back to buy it.
That night, after the passionate moment, she fell asleep by his side. Kelvin had contemplated it for amoment, and before leaving, he took the anklet from his pocket and placed it next to her pillow.
He hadn't expected her to still be wearing it.
As his mind wandered, Cheyenne's gaze turned slightly cold, and she pulled the white tableclothfrom the table. There was a loud "thud", and the white cloth fell into her hand, while everything elseon the table, including the glasses, plates, and candles, remained perfectly in place.
It was a move that left people astonished.
How had she managed to do that?
With just one snap of Cheyenne's fingers, she ordered the butler to switch over to another song. Assoon as Abbie heard it play out loud, she turned pale realizing what song it was: "La Bayadere".
It was known as one of most difficult ballet pieces, even more so than "Swan Lake", serving asinspiration for many ballet moves today. Just moments ago, Cheyenne had mentioned that Abbiedidn't finish 32 single-leg rotations, and now she was elegantly performing 32 flawless turns withoutany ballet shoes on!
This felt like a slap in Abbie's face!
Just a moment ago, she was feeling proud of herself for being able to outshine Cheyenne in balletdance. But now, she found herself defeated.
In "La Bayadere", not only were there elements of Western ballet, but also the mystery of EasternIndian dance. The segment that Cheyenne performed was the scene where the female lead met herlover in a dream after being betrayed by him.
The emotional entanglement between them was expressed through her movements. As the rhythmintensified, their emotions became more complex. However, Cheyenne seemed to be at ease with itall.
She truly was a swan - always rebellious and independent as the black swan.
Although many people in attendance did not understand ballet, they couldn't help but admit thatthey were amazed by Cheyenne's performance when watching her movements and emotionsunfold before them.
As she leapt into the air, her long hair flowed behind her like waves and even the white tablecloth inher hand became like a sharp weapon. Her slender legs stretched straight out as she landed softlyon tiptoe after completing thirty-two turns. Her chestnut hair and white cloth formed two beautifullines against each other.
Finally, as the dream faded away, that same white tablecloth turned into the female lead's veil whichfell lightly over her head like a bridal veil.
'I can't let her win so easily!' Abbie thought.
Just as Cheyenne lifted up her head to look at that piece of cloth spinning beneath her feet; Abbiesuddenly pulled off one pearl earring from hers without leaving any trace behind and threw ittowards Cheyenne's feet.
Kelvin watched mesmerized by the figure dancing gracefully before him, feeling angry that she haddeceived him once again.
She not only excelled in calligraphy, chess, but she could also paint and dance... yet she insisted onportraying herself as a spoiled brat.
Why? Were all those previous confessions true or just part of an act?
Was she pretending just so she would hate her?
He refused to accept being deceived again! He stood up with his glass filled with red wine, takingbig strides towards the beautiful woman.
But just after taking two steps, Kelvin saw Abbie's sneaky movement; that pearl rolled down alongwith his mood until finally landing at Cheyenne's feet. She stood near enough to the table whichmade Kelvin nervous because if she slipped over, her head would surely hit hard against its edge .
Kelvin felt anxious inside while silently calling out, "Cheyenne! Be careful!"
It was too late...
Her foot had stepped up, and her body was uncontrollably leaning forward.
"Cheyenne, be careful!" Old Mr. Foley was also frightened and quickly reminded her.
If Cheyenne fell down, she would lose the game. Abbie and Emelia looked at each other with agloating expression in their eyes.novelbin
However, Cheyenne was tougher and smarter than they had imagined. She smiled and smoothlyfell down with her back foot landing on the table just as she was about to hit it.
Taking advantage of the empty space provided by the table, she leaped into a split in mid-air beforelanding firmly on the ground. The white lace tablecloth hung over her head like a bridal veil frozen intime.
If it weren't for blood gradually seeping out from under that white cloth, Kelvin would haveapplauded her perfect leap and incredible adaptability.
But all these praises came at the cost of her foot injury.
Upon closer examination, one of the highball glasses at the edge of the table was shattered, andCheyenne's foot...
He walked over furiously with an overwhelming aura like a rising tide that scared off those aroundhim who made way for him one after another.
He looked down upon the young girl before him.
At this moment, he seemed to see how she looked wearing a white wedding dress at their weddingceremony; the difference was that back then, she had worn a smile of warmth and shyness, whilenow, all that remained was an air of indifference. This feeling left him deeply unsettled. This versionof Cheyenne was far beyond his control.
"Mr. Foley? Are you angry because I beat your fiance?" She sneered while slowly standing up usingonly one hand for support right before his face as if mocking him; then taking off that white lacetablecloth draped over herself.
Bending slightly without any expression on her face, she pulled out glass shards from underfoot,then threw them aside.
Walking out with her bare feet, she left behind vivid red bloodstains on the golden floor, making for astriking sight. Cheyenne had just started to slip her feet back into her high heels when, all of asudden, he lifted her into his arms.
"Kelvin! If you're sick, go take some medicine! Put me down!"
"Don't fuss around; your feet are injured." His voice filled with alcohol rang in her ears low-pitchedyet magnetic leaving no room for refusal.