Female Novel
Chapter 353: She'S On A Date With Sam
Chapter 353: She's on a Date with Sam
Kelvin scrutinized her attire more carefully. She had even applied a touch of elegant makeup...Quite a challenging feat for Cheyenne who had the habit of sleeping in.
After being stunned, Kelvin put on a grim face and thought, 'So, she dolled up this early just for adate with Sam?'
Going to the library together was a kind of naive romance reserved for students. He thoughtCheyenne had only been to the library with him in her entire life. Apparently, she could go withsomeone else too. Kelvin's heart stung with a dull pain, finally understanding a fraction of the painshe went through in the past. But he couldn't bear it.
His thoughts abruptly returned to many years ago when Cheyenne was seventeen, in her secondyear of high school, and her academic performance was abysmal. He, on the other hand, wastasked with an important duty by his grandfather - tutoring her!
Despite his refusal, he couldn't escape his grandfather's orders, and she persistently visited himevery day.
'Help me with my studies, I swear it's only math. Hehe, you don't want people outside saying, yourwife only scored nine on the final exam, right?'
Ninety points? His face immediately darkened. He sarcastically retorted, 'You're really something.Can't you just randomly pick ABCD for choice questions? Nine points seem a bit too much!'
The pitiful girl pointed at her head with teary eyes. 'I perfectly picked the wrong choices for all thechoice questions!'
Kelvin sneered sarcastically, 'Cheyenne, next time, just choose C for everything. I don't have timefor you!'
After saying that, he prepared to leave. Suddenly, a pair of tender, and slim arms hugged him frombehind. Her enchanting face peeked out from under his arm.novelbin
'Hubby, you're amazing! My math teacher told me the same thing. He begged me, saying if I didn'tknow, just choose C!'
He had never been so intimately close to a girl. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, he felt a softtouch on his back.
Realizing what was happening, Kelvin shook off her hands as if avoiding a virus, a cold expressionon his face. 'You, a seventeen-year-old girl, can you have some shame? Who is your husband?'
'Oh, you!' Cheyenne acted as if she hadn't seen his anger, smiling, she hooked her arm around hisand led him toward her study.
'Ah, we're engaged. Aren't you my husband? Aren't you satisfied with a youthful girl like me beingyour wife?'
'Show some self-respect! Shameless. Who brags like this?'
She casually glanced down at her chest. Proudly, she puffed out her chest, becoming serious for asecond.
'I misspoke. I'm not just yourthful, but have a very good figure! Take a look, won't you?'
Kelvin, feeling infuriated, took a quick glance. It was summer, hot, and she hated constraints,always going out in a white camisole.
The girl was at a youthful age, but her figure had developed extremely well - delicate collarbones, aslender neck, and those two soft and protruding curves.
Her figure wasn't inferior to those swimsuit models with outstanding figures featured in magazines.Just one look was enough to make one's blood boil.
He immediately turned around, pulled out a black suit from the closet, and threw it at her. He coldlyissued a command.
'If you want me to tutor you, fine. But from now on, don't dress like this! Damn it! Is your family sopoor that you don't even have one decent piece of clothing?'
It took over forty minutes to drive from the Lawrence Villa to here. She dressed like this, and whoknows how many people saw her on the way.
Thinking about it, Kelvin felt increasingly irritable. He thought the reason was the summer heat,easily causing one to become irritable.
Cheyenne just stupidly looked down at the black suit jacket in her arms.
The black suit jacket on her barely covered her buttocks, reaching just below her thighs. She wore ablue denim fringe skirt with holes, making it look like she wasn't wearing pants at all. Her legs werefair and slender. Kelvin opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, silently closing the study door.
While tutoring her, Cheyenne was clearly infatuated, her bright eyes fixated on him, a slight blushon her face.
Kelvin frowned; he sacrificed precious work time to help her with her assignments.
He knocked on her forehead with a large hand and coldly reminded her, 'Pay attention to yourmistakes. These are elementary errors even a primary school student wouldn't make. Cheyenne,
are you a fool?'
She touched her forehead in protest, muttering, 'Don't bully me for being uneducated. In primaryschool, do they have elliptical eccentricities?'
Kelvin's lips twitched, and he picked up the pen she had left on the table. Quickly writing next to theproblem, his magnetic voice sounded in her ear, 'Let F1 and F2 be the two foci of the ellipse...Choose B for this question. Are you a fool to go for C?'
'Well, didn't you say to choose C if you didn't know? Now it seems like it's better to choose B, ahigher chance.'
Kelvin was rendered speechless. After he had painstakingly explained the problem for so long, shewas still pondering the likelihood of B and C.
What a hopeless case!
Later, she would often arrange to meet him in the library. Despite being a lazy person, everyweekend, she would get up early and secure a spot half an hour in advance. Knowing he liked blackcoffee, she steadfastly prepared it for him. One day, she sneakily took a sip and nearly spat it out onthe spot.
'So bitter.'
How could his mood be good all day after drinking such bitter coffee so early in the morning?
So, Cheyenne always secretly added some sugar to his coffee. The first time, Kelvin found the tastestrange. However, he gradually got used to this slightly sweet and bitter coffee.
He knew it was her deliberate act, but he never exposed her trick.
On weekends, the library was less crowded than usual. She once boldly stole a kiss from him nearthe bookshelves, casually drew a cartoon version of him on her test paper, and boredly wrote theirnames on the table with a pencil.
He knew all of this.
Kelvin came back to his senses, and a firm thought emerged in his heart: Cheyenne is the onlysugar in that cup of black coffee.
Unexpectedly, Cheyenne's expression remained calm. She lazily glanced at him while continuing toeat her candied hawthorns. 'Mr. Foley, coincidence.'
'Not a coincidence. I was planning to find you.'
His gaze fixed on Cheyenne's fair face, and he walked towards her with long strides. His large,black figure enveloped her.