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“Mr. Zamora, you should draw my blood. I know my own body well enough; one or two hundred milliliters won’t be a problem. I’ll replenish myself afterward.”

Why didn’t she go directly to Cheyenne but instead sought out Eddie?

Pearl feared that Cheyenne might refuse her, causing unnecessary emotional burden.

“Are you sure? Donating blood will affect you significantly, especially since you’re pregnant with twins.”

Eddie was inherently kind and empathetic. To him, Miss Gilliam was already pitiable enough, and now she had to donate her blood to save others. It seemed too much to ask. Even if Pearl refused now, it would be completely understandable.

“I’m not afraid. Anemia can be treated, but fate waits for no one. Saving one more person gives me a bit more peace of mind.”

Hearing her resolve, Eddie no longer insisted otherwise.

“Alright, then don’t eat anything tonight. I’ll come by tomorrow morning to draw the blood.”

“Given your condition, let’s make it a hundred milliliters. Thank you, Miss Gilliam. On behalf of all the patients, I appreciate your generosity.”

Though she was Declan’s daughter, her kindness and bravery were entirely different from his, which was admirable.

“Mr. Zamora, you’re too kind. I just want to do what little I can.”

Once she recovered, she wanted to use her limited life to do more meaningful things, so it wouldn’t be a wasted life.

When Eddie appeared in front of Cheyenne with the hundred milliliters of blood, she hadn’t expected it to be Pearl’s.

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze inexplicably cold.

“What is this? No one here needs a blood bag.”

“Miss Gilliam asked me to bring it to you.”

“What!”

Cheyenne stared at the blood bag in shock, her brows furrowing deeply. She remained silent for a long time. However, observant people could notice her eyes turning slightly red.

“The blood can’t be re-transfused once drawn. The best course of action is to send it to Chulae as soon as possible and hand it over to Old Bray and the others.”

The quickest way was naturally by air transport!

After some discussion, they decided that Eddie would secretly take the blood bag back to their country first.

Cheyenne and Kelvin had to stay for two more days to handle matters between Pearl and Sam.

Eddie had no objections to this decision.

“Alright, I’ll request help from the embassy to transport the blood back to Chulae by special plane.”

“Be careful.”

“Don’t worry, Cheyenne. I promise to complete the task.”

After Eddie left, Cheyenne breathed a sigh of relief. Another matter resolved; she should have felt happy. However, knowing that this victory came at the cost of Pearl’s health made it impossible for her to feel joy.

“There’s no use in lamenting now. It’s better to think of ways to help her recover quickly.”

Without delay, Cheyenne rolled up her sleeves and sat at the desk to write a “Blood Replenishment Plan for Pregnant Women.”

She planned to approach it from two angles: first, by having Pearl eat more dates, brown sugar, peanuts, egg yolks, fish, and other foods. The safest way was through dietary supplements. Secondly, by supplementing folic acid and various vitamins. Lastly, using traditional medicine like white atractylodes, astragalus root, ramie root, goji berries, dodder seed, and donkey-hide gelatin to replenish qi and blood.

Combining both Western and traditional methods, she believed Pearl would recover quickly.

In the afternoon, back at the hotel, Kelvin saw her buying a bunch of ingredients and thought she was going to cook. He immediately put down his phone and walked over.

Like facing a formidable enemy, he followed her closely and took the shopping bags from her hands.

“Cheyenne, let me handle this!”

He still remembered the last time Honey got interested in making steamed buns; they were so hard that they broke Chance’s teeth.

Poor Chance had sulked in his corner for days without eating anything.

Cheyenne glanced at his nervous expression and said coolly, “Don’t worry; I’m not cooking for you this time.”

“Oh? Then who’s the unlucky one?”

Speaking without thinking, Mr. Foley immediately noticed Cheyenne’s displeased expression.

Oops, why did he say that?

“Ahem, I mean who dares to compete with me! Only I can eat what you cook, hmph!”

He even snorted arrogantly as he spoke.

Cheyenne decided not to listen to his excuses anymore and took out fresh chicken from the shopping bag.

“It’s for Miss Pearl. I’m making chicken soup for her recovery. You should leave; don’t get in my way!”

The last time the steamed buns failed was entirely because he kept giving contradictory instructions!

First saying there was too much water, then saying there wasn’t enough… making her doubt her own cooking skills.

Hearing that Cheyenne was making chicken soup finally put Kelvin at ease.

Cheyenne couldn’t cook but knew how to make chicken soup. She had learned it specifically from their housekeeper to make soup for him.

Now that this benefit was being extended to someone else, Kelvin felt a bit uneasy.

She treated Miss Gilliam better than him; that wouldn’t do!

“Why go through all this trouble? Just get some takeout from a restaurant.”

With everything bought already, Cheyenne wasn’t one to give up halfway: “No way. I need to add some medicinal herbs for strengthening the body; restaurant food isn’t nutritious enough.”

“Then I’ll help you so we can finish faster.”

Cheyenne initially found him a hindrance but realized he had a point; two people would indeed be quicker.

“Fine, you can help chop the chicken into small pieces and cut the corn too. I don’t have enough strength.”

“Alright.”

Kelvin hadn’t cooked before either; at most, he knew how to toast a sandwich in an oven.NôvelDrama.Org content.

With his noble status, he could get anything he wanted with just a word; there was no need for him to cook himself.

But after being with Cheyenne, he started learning culinary skills too.

It felt pretty good.

For instance, right now, Cheyenne lowered her head while Pearl thoughtfully tied an apron around him.

Lowering his head slightly, he could see her long eyelashes and small red lips, followed by her fair swan-like neck.

Kelvin’s eyes darkened as he swallowed hard.

They hadn’t been intimate for days.

“Is it done?”

His voice was inexplicably low and magnetic.

Cheyenne crossed her arms and admired the new pink bear apron she had just bought.

For some reason, such a cute apron on his cold demeanor didn’t look out of place at all.

Was this what they called contrast cuteness?

“It looks good. Honey, pink suits you; it’s adorable.”

Kelvin smiled helplessly, knowing she was teasing him. He pulled her close and kissed her lips hard, biting lightly.

“Careful.”

“Does it still suit me now?”

Cheyenne was speechless.

Such a petty man!