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Chapter 228: Cheyenne, I'Ve Seen You A Long Time Ago
Chapter 228: Cheyenne, I've Seen You a Long Time Ago
Oh my god!
If those people knew they spent three hundred million to kill a delicate young woman, he wonderedwhat their expressions would be like.
With a task to finish, Jerry stayed up again.
When his roommates were all asleep, he used a flashlight in his mouth and placed his computerunder the covers. His eyes were fixed on the screen of code while his fingers moved quickly andrhythmically on the keyboard like a robot.
He struggled to keep his heavy eyelids open for fear of making mistakes due to drowsiness.
In the dark night, handsome men always stay up late.
After hanging up the phone, Cheyenne took a comfortable shower and slept well because Kelvinhad been bothering her for three days straight without giving her much rest at all.
On the same night, under the light of a full moon, the reflection of a solitary and slender man couldbe seen on the floor-to-ceiling window. The cool breeze weaved through his white robe, lifting onecorner of his bathrobe as he stood by the window, arms crossed.
His deep-set eyes stared at the faint yellow lights outside for a long time. Cigarette butts littered thefloor by his feet, an empty beer bottle rolled to the door, making a faint noise in his ears.novelbin
Omari never knew that getting drunk could be such a difficult thing.
The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered what happened that day.
Cheyenne was in a drowsy state; she seemed to hear the vibration of her phone.
She opened her sleepy eyes and reached out her delicate and slender hand to pick up her phone.
Beep beep...
A series of faint and sporadic noises sounded in her ears, a hoarse and magnetic male voice tingedwith a hint of drunkenness said, "Cheyenne."
This voice was soft.
"Cheyenne."
Cheyenne was a bit sleepy, but upon hearing this voice, she instantly became more awake. She satup, holding the blanket, furrowing her brows, and let out a silent yawn.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Is there somethingimportant you've discovered?"
The alarm clock on the table showed it was 2:30 in the middle of the night. At this hour, he shouldhave been asleep.
As an elite, Omari led a disciplined life. No eating after 9 PM, sleep before 11 PM, and waking uppromptly at 6:30 AM. His suit and shoes were always a matching set, down to his choice of tie andcufflinks.
Given his routine, it was unlikely for him to call her at such late night unless there was somethingimportant going on.
"Cheyenne, why?" The person on the other end hiccupped, his voice slurred. Cheyenne wasmomentarily confused.
Is he drunk?
"What do you mean 'why'?"
"Hic, why him instead of me?"
Him? What was Omari talking about?
Cheyenne's half-awake mind was completely thrown off by his words. She opened her lips slightlyand asked helplessly, "Are you drunk?"
"I am," he replied with a hint of sadness in his voice. "It doesn't taste good."
"Are you alone?"
"Yeah... alone."
Why did it sound like he was feeling sorry for himself?
Cheyenne could only go along with what he said and advised him gently, "If it doesn't taste good,then don't drink it anymore; just go to bed early."
Omari worked as a bartender part-time, so she knew that he had quite a high tolerance for alcoholand wouldn't easily get drunk like this unless he drank quite a bit.
But what could have made him so upset like this?
She hadn't heard anything about his romantic or career setbacks recently either...
Through the phone line came Cheyenne's stern yet caring voice which reached Omari's ears clearlydespite all that alcohol in his system.
Cheyenne really did care about him after all...
That day she had just been set up by someone else; nothing more than that.
Omari fell onto his soft cool bed while moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, castingsilver light onto his handsome pale face. His charming eyes were slightly open but red.
His long eyelashes half-closed as he stared straight out into tree branches outside where leavesturned into shining silver-white under moonlight
The man's red lips slowly curled upwards while dimples appeared.
After some time passed when Cheyenne decided she would sleep now, Omari's voice suddenlyreached her ears.
"Cheyenne, do you remember when we first met?"
The first time they met... Cheyenne rubbed her throbbing head and closed her beautiful eyes. Thesilver moonlight spilled onto her fair shoulders.
Her strap was half-drooping, revealing a fair and delicate skin that contrasted with the chestnut curlyhair behind her. Her almond eyes stared at the sky outside the window.
Suddenly, she laughed.
"I remember! You're the one who made me a laughingstock in front of everyone in school!"
"No," Omari suddenly seemed to wake up. He turned on the bedside lamp and took out a yellowednotebook from his cabinet.
The sound of flipping pages was as pleasant as a stream singing under moonlight.
He found it.
His slender fingers rubbed against the yellowing handwriting on it. The date recorded above wasFebruary 23rd, 2014 - sunny with clouds.
"Omari, what are you saying? I don't understand you. Are you sure you're not drunk? Go to bedearly; I'm tired too."
She yawned twice while speaking, tears rolling down from her eyes onto the blanket.
"Cheyenne, I saw you in 2014 under a bridge..."
Under a bridge?
Cheyenne's drowsiness vanished instantly as she stood up barefoot and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows before pulling open its curtains with a "whoosh."
The world outside was pitch-black and quiet enough for only her heartbeats and Omari's voice to beheard clearly.
"You... What did you say? That bridge... How do you know about it?"
She hadn't told anyone about this incident before - not even Kate knew that she almost died underthat bridge years ago.
Everyone asked why she liked Kelvin so much; but it was because he had given her some of themost beautiful tenderness when everyone else had abandoned her.
That back view took eight years for Cheyenne to finally look away from.