Kelvin frowned when he saw that she had been inside for a long time without coming out.
He put down the pen in his hand and stood up to walk into the bedroom to take a look.
Abbie was holding a box in her hand.
The man's face immediately turned extremely dark, and he sternly rebuked her, "Why did you go through my wardrobe?"
His voice suddenly rang in Abbie's ear, cold as the winter pond. It startled her and she dropped what was in her hand onto the ground.
The black, sexy lingerie lay on the bright white floor and had caught Kelvin's eye as well.
What the hell was this?
Why would it be in his wardrobe?
Abbie turned around with tears streaming down her face and looked at Kelvin with a pitiful voice, asking, "Kelvin, is this... hers?"
She referred to Cheyenne naturally.
He didn't answer her words right away, instead he squatted down and picked it up, looking at the label for a moment.
"It's hers."
Abbie's tears flowed even more violently, with tears rolling down her cheeks. "Why does it have to be her? Even if it were someone else, it would be better."
She would rather he had an affair with other women than Cheyenne.
Listening to her words, Kelvin felt an indescribable sense of annoyance. He tossed the lingerie into the box and closed it shut.
Calmly, he answered Abbie's question, "Cheyenne is my lawfully wedded wife, I couldn't possibly have not slept with her."
"And, this is my personal matter, I don't want you to intervene, do you understand?"
His boundaries were crystal clear; he saw her as nothing more than a younger sister. Beyond that, he owed Abbie a life, and that was it.
He can't and doesn't want to give anything else.
Listening to Kelvin's heartless words, Abbie almost couldn't catch her breath and fainted.
Her face turned pale, and she clutched her chest with one hand, leaning against the door and gasping in pain. Her painful appearance made Kelvin feel guilty again.
"Abbie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. Please hang in there."
"Kelvin... Kelvin, I beg you, forget about Cheyenne!" She tugged at Kelvin's sleeve, tears glistening, her sharp nails digging into his flesh.
It hurt slightly.
Kelvin's face darkened. "She doesn't matter to me anymore. Besides, she and I are already divorced."
He really doesn't understand why Abbie always has to bring up that woman in his ear.
Upon hearing his words, her heart finally felt a bit better. She leaned against the door panel and took some time to calm down.
"Let's go to the hospital."
Abbie spoke weakly, looking at Kelvin with concern. Only then did she feel that she was different in his heart.
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