Became A Queen After divorce

Kelvin made a grand promise in front of Cheyenne, assuring her that he would choose the gifts carefully. However, upon returning home, he handed out mirrors to everyone, saying, “Take a good look at yourselves; how dare you expect Kelvin’s wife to give you gifts.” The irony was that he hadn’t even received a gift from his dear wife yet.

Mr. Foley didn’t receive a gift from Cheyenne but got an invitation from Sam, delivered by his messenger. The invitation read: February 1st, Wedding Celebration.

Accepting the invitation, Kelvin’s sharp gaze turned to Bobby, the messenger. He asked in a deep voice, “Did your master Sam say anything else?”

Bobby, shocked, looked up. The young man, new to the world, didn’t understand the complexities of human nature, and his thoughts were written all over his face. “How did you know?”

“Hmph.”

Of course, Kelvin knew because he understood Sam well.

Bobby continued, “Mr. Sam said it’s his big day, and he has a surprise prepared for you.”

If Mr. Foley didn’t attend, he would surely regret it.

A surprise? More like a shock!

But Kelvin wasn’t one to shy away from challenges. He idly flipped the invitation in his hand and replied coolly, “Go back and tell Sam that I will be there.”

Bobby sighed in relief, having completed his task. Mr. Foley seemed difficult to deal with; his cold demeanor made it feel like winter had arrived early. If Bobby admired Sam, he feared Kelvin.

“I’ve delivered the message. I’ll convey Mr. Foley’s response to Mr. Sam. Goodbye.”

“Mm.”

With permission granted, Bobby turned and ran off.

As soon as he left, Cheyenne emerged from the room in a white silk nightgown, yawning elegantly and trying to open her eyes fully.

“Who was that?” she asked.

Kelvin could tell she wasn’t fully awake yet. Recently, Cheyenne always seemed half-asleep.

He walked over, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace, nuzzling her fluffy head affectionately.

His gentle tone was a stark contrast to his earlier cold demeanor. “Nothing much, just someone delivering an invitation from Sam.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

He handed the exquisite red invitation to Cheyenne for her to see.

Hearing Sam’s name snapped Cheyenne awake instantly, her sleepiness vanishing. Her eyebrows knitted slightly, and her face took on a serious expression.

“Sam sending you an invitation is not simple. Honey, maybe we shouldn’t…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Kelvin silenced her with a kiss and whispered in her ear, “We have to go.”

“But this is clearly a trap. Sam hates you; why would he invite you to his wedding?”

Kelvin understood this well but insisted on going.

“I know, but sometimes you have to take risks. Don’t worry, I’ll protect myself.”

Cheyenne had already decided to attend the wedding even without the invitation. Pearl was her first friend in Taswya; she couldn’t decline.

“Alright, we’ll go together. But you mustn’t act impulsively.”

“I promise to follow your lead. Don’t worry; I’ll do as you say.”

Cheyenne rolled her eyes and muttered softly, “Then why didn’t you stop last night when I asked you to?”

Kelvin had his own explanation: “Didn’t you say women often say the opposite of what they mean? When they say no, they mean yes; when they say they’re not hungry, they’re actually starving.”

“Oh? Did I say that?”

Cheyenne scratched her head, unable to remember teaching him that.

“Yes, you’ve been forgetful lately.”

“Maybe…”

She felt embarrassed admitting that she had been thinking about breakfast before bed but forgot upon waking up.

An untimely growl from her stomach made Cheyenne blush and lower her head in embarrassment.

“I’m not hungry! It just growled on its own.”

Kelvin chuckled and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her back to the room with a laugh full of affection. “Alright, I understand. You’re not hungry; I am.”

“I ordered tacos… a bit too many. Can you help me finish them?”

Cheyenne remembered craving tacos last night. How did he know? Or was it just a coincidence?

Her stomach growled again, reminding her it was time for breakfast. She gave in to her hunger.

Cheyenne raised her chin proudly and wrapped her arms around Kelvin’s neck as he carried her to the dining table and offered her a taco.

“Why did you order so much if you can’t finish it? Don’t you know not to waste food? I’ll help you eat some.”

Kelvin kissed her cheek and laughed heartily, his deep-set eyes brimming with affection.

He thought: This is the real Cheyenne-so cute! The cold goddess persona is for strangers only!

He felt gratified that Cheyenne was becoming more comfortable around him.

“Eat slowly; no one’s going to take it from you.”

For some reason, Cheyenne felt hungrier than usual.

“Hic~ Honey, I’m… I’m full.”

Kelvin watched her with amusement and placed his large hand on her rounded belly.

“I’ll rub it for you.”

“Mm.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d done this; his movements were practiced and gentle.

Miraculously, Cheyenne felt much better after being so full earlier.

Feeling lazy like a well-fed cat, she lay in Kelvin’s arms and licked her paws.

No longer uncomfortable but feeling sleepy again, she yawned and closed her eyes to continue sleeping.

Kelvin thought to himself: Am I raising a wife or a little pig?

Cheyenne had just woken up and eaten; now she was ready to sleep again!