Female Novel
Chapter 331: Sore Hand
Chapter 331: Sore Hand
Kelvin made his stance clear, silently using his fork to pick up a piece of braised pork and placing iton Cheyenne's plate. This sudden move made her look at him as if she had seen a ghost. Hersparkling eyes widened, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of coldness in the corners of hereyes.
"Eat. Don't you like this?" he said.
He remembered correctly. Cheyenne loved braised pork. Whenever it was served, most of it wouldend up in her mouth. She didn't behave like other high-born ladies, delicately sipping soup andmaintaining appearances. Trying to lose weight and control her figure.
He used to think that Cheyenne, who loved fatty meat, was unique. Seeing her happily devouringher food, he found it embarrassing. It seemed like she had never had a good meal at the Foleymansion, making people say that Kelvin, despite his wealth, let his wife starve.
This was also why he didn't like bringing Cheyenne to banquets. She would just sit in a corner andeat.
He realized how wrong he was at the banquet welcoming Emily. Cheyenne did have the ability tostand out; she just kept a low profile and didn't want to attract attention.
Lost in thought, he saw Cheyenne's fork bypassing his braised pork and instead picking up a pieceof green vegetable. She savored it with relish, answering him casually, "That's all in the past."
With those words, the light in the man's deep-set eyes dimmed. He didn't offer her more dishes andcasually lowered his head to eat.
The scene of Kelvin trying to please Cheyenne but getting rejected played out on the dining table,leaving everyone with different thoughts.
At the entrance, a woman stood there in astonishment for a while. Her gaze turned cold, and she bither rosy lip, remaining silent for a long time.
Emelia, scolded by her family, was already in a very bad mood. Unexpectedly, she turned her headand saw the tall figure standing at the entrance. Instantly, a plan formed in her mind.
With a graceful smile, she stood up to welcome her. "Abbie, why are you here? Have you eaten?Would you like to join us for a simple meal?"
Abbie, holding two gift bags, wore a white dress embroidered with heavy patterns. She walkedgracefully in a pair of white high-heeled shoes.
Her flowing chestnut hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her slender waist, and her elegantand gentle temperament. Her plain face now bore a heavy makeup, somewhat inconsistent with hersimple dress.
It seemed that Abbie was still trying to maintain her image of the "pure goddess," but with herappearance, she was far from a goddess. So, she had to intensify her makeup to uphold the "pure"image.
Little did she know that if the outfit and makeup didn't match, the forced effect would only make herlook unpleasant.
Cheyenne, on the other hand, was both cool and sexy. Her black outfit, combined with the earth-toned eyeshadow, highlighted her eyes. The tomato-colored lipstick had a matte finish, not toodazzling.
Abbie arrived at the right time, just in time to see Kelvin "pleasing" Cheyenne by offering her food,and the latter's disdainful reaction.
She stared at the scene in disbelief!
Kelvin hated Cheyenne the most, so why would he use his own fork to pick food for her? He was aneat freak; he wouldn't even eat something picked by others, let alone proactively picking food forher. Why Cheyenne?
Facing Emelia's generous invitation, Abbie wasn't a fool. She knew that Emelia intended to use herto deal with Cheyenne. However, the Foley family didn't welcome her presence, so she had to goalong with Emelia's words to stay.
With a gentle smile, Abbie shook her head lightly, "Not yet."novelbin
"That's great! Abbie , you haven't visited for so long. I missed you so much. And my big brothenever brings you home," Emelia complained, shifting the blame to Kelvin.
Abbie subconsciously looked toward the cold and ruthless figure at the dining table, feeling asourness in her heart. Ever since she replaced her uncle as a shareholder, Kelvin had becomemuch colder toward her. After leaving her in the seaside apartment, he only visited once and hadn'tseen her since.
In the company, she worked in the HR department, while he was in the president's office at the topfloor. They even used separate elevators. Even when she went to his office, she would be stoppedby his high assistant.
This went on for almost half a month, slowly wearing away Abbie's patience. All for a child she hadnever seen before. Kelvin, how could he be so heartless?
Her appearance immediately darkened old Mr. Foley's face. Cheyenne had finally come, and nowthere was another person to spoil the atmosphere. Before he could say anything, Emelia hadalready pulled Abbie to sit down.
Emelia cunningly arranged Abbie on Kelvin's right side and Cheyenne on his left. There was anillusion of being flanked on both sides.
Vincent, with an elegant face, showed a hint of amusement. He laughed lightly, "Miss Berry, longtime no see. You look even more beautiful."
"Thank you."
Abbie smiled shyly, looking at Kelvin with a shy glance. Unfortunately, he showed no response,disappointing her greatly. Even Master Davon noticed her change. Kelvin was an attentive person;he couldn't have missed it. The only possibility-he didn't care.
Suppressing the stifling pain, Abbie squeezed out a faint smile on her face. She leaned forward andlooked at Cheyenne, saying, "Miss Lawrence, long time no see."
Cheyenne had finished eating, wiping her red lips with a white towel. A hint of rosy lipstick residueremained. She responded coolly, "Not that long. Didn't I smash your car last time? Miss Berry istruly forgetful."
"Smash a car? What car?"
Old Mr. Foley was utterly confused, looking at Cheyenne with concern, assessing her carefully, andasking, "The car's exterior is metal. Cheyenne, are you okay?"
Others were rendered speechless.
Kelvin's lips twitched slightly. His grandfather was so obviously biased toward her.
Feeling old Mr. Foley's concern, Cheyenne's face showed a faint smile. With sweet dimples, shereassured him, "Grandpa, I'm fine. Just a little sore in the hand."