She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Slip

Kelvin didn't say anything but asked the old man to arrange a room for them to change their clothes.

The old man, who seemed to have forgotten about their small stall, led them to the second floor made of red bricks. It was a single room.

Inside the room, there was only a bed and a small wooden table. There wasn't even an extra chair. Eating, drinking, and sleeping all happened in this room. In the corner, there were scattered cardboard and bottles that he had collected.

The bed was covered in scattered clothes and messy socks. It was summer, and the flies were buzzing around the socks.

Cheyenne felt like she was about to throw up.

Kelvin wasn't doing much better. He took a brief look and felt a heavy pressure in his head, with veins popping on his forehead.

The old man seemed oblivious to any issues and hunched down, rummaging under the bed and pulling out a blue checkered plastic woven bag.

The old man unzipped it and pulled out a slightly yellowed white shirt and army green pants, tossing them to Kelvin.

"Master Kelvin, if you don't mind, this is what I used to wear when I was in the army forty years ago. Don't be fooled by its worn-out appearance. Back then, I was the most handsome guy on the street!"

Cheyenne couldn't believe he was this... um, narcissistic!

With his unkempt appearance and shaggy beard, even if he were forty years younger, he couldn't come close to being called handsome.

But in the next moment, she received a slap in the face.

There was a photo frame hanging on the wall. In the yellowed photo were three young men in their prime, looking to be in their early twenties.

They were all dressed in green military uniforms, with well-defined features and eyes shining like stars... In an era without cameras or photo editing, they were incredibly handsome. Even compared to numerous male celebrities in the entertainment industry today, they would easily surpass them.

Noticing Cheyenne looking at his photo, the old man chuckled, stroking his wrinkled face in a very self-obsessed manner. He laughed until his eyes disappeared.

"So, you must be Miss Berry. You're really beautiful."

Kelvin's expression instantly darkened, and he glanced at the old man with a sharp gaze. "She's not Abbie but my..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheyenne interrupted, "You must have vision problems. I can't be bothered to argue with you. That Abbie is nowhere near one-thousandth as beautiful as me!"

Upon hearing this, the old man was momentarily stunned, but then he burst into laughter. "Good, you feisty girl. I like it, hahaha."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes and continued in an annoyed tone, "Stop laughing. Give me the clothes, and you can leave!"

The old man couldn't help but touch his own face again, pouting his lips in displeasure. "You're not cute at all, young lady. I, on the other hand, am quite handsome."

"Alright, here, these are my late wife's clothes. Wear them if you must, but remember to return them to me. I've kept only this one piece. I like to take it out and look at it when I miss her."

After hearing this, Cheyenne was deeply moved.

She didn't expect this seemingly self-obsessed old man to be so sentimental. She realized that she had been a bit harsh earlier.

But it wasn't entirely her fault. After all, he mistook her for that little bitch, Abbie.

Cheyenne took the clothes in her hands and muttered under her breath, "Who cares about your clothes. I will return them, hmph."

She only hoped that the style wouldn't be too outdated. After all, she couldn't agree with the aesthetic of forty years ago.

"Shut up!" Cheyenne snapped at him, her ears turning slightly red.

How dare this bastard speak like that?

He had seen it all.

But she hadn't.

They did it only when the lights were off, and when they showered together, she didn't dare to look up at him. By the time she woke up, the man was long gone.

In the end, Kelvin did turn around. After Cheyenne glanced at him for two seconds, she saw him reach out and cover his eyes, and then she began to quietly take off her clothes.

Little did she know, the self-obsessed old man's house would never be without a mirror.

A round mirror with a green plastic frame was placed on the table.

Kelvin's gaze greedily fixed on the figure in the mirror, his Adam's apple bobbing... Cheyenne had fair and tender skin, graceful curves, and when she bent over, her slender waist and beautiful back formed a soft and graceful line.

As a result, her buttocks were even more prominent.

She was nervous and struggled to pull the zipper several times, her injured hand causing some pain and making it hard to reach.

Just then, a warm large hand replaced her small one.

The man's deep voice, carrying a hint of danger, sounded from behind her, "Allow me."