She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 741: It's a Free Service Anyway

If it weren't for the mask covering his face, Cheyenne would have surely seen the rare, radiant smile on his face.

Instead of reaching for his clothes, Kelvin grabbed a hairdryer and walked over to her outstretched hand. With his rough and broad hands, he gently lifted her hair, which cascaded like waves, his slender fingers running through her strands.

He remembered the days he spent with Cheyenne on the deserted island. Since they didn't have a comb, he used to help her comb her hair just like this, using his hands instead. Cheyenne was ruthless not only towards others but also towards herself. When her hair got tangled while combing, she would stubbornly pull at it, even if it meant gritting her teeth. Kelvin couldn't help but find it amusing and slightly exasperating to see her grimacing like that. He had never seen any woman as rough around the edges as she was.

However, their current circumstances were completely different from before. Whereas his actions used to be somewhat forced, now they were entirely voluntary.

Cheyenne initially wanted to refuse his offer to help, but since Kelvin took the initiative, she had no reason to decline. After all, it was a free service.

She had done many things for him before and never received any praise in return. Now it was his turn to do something for her, even if it was just combing her hair. She considered it a cheap favor. The hardships of pregnancy could only be understood by pregnant women themselves, and most men often enjoyed the benefits without experiencing any discomfort.

Kelvin treated every strand of her hair with great tenderness. With his head slightly lowered, the silver mask on his face caught the light, creating a contrasting effect. Cheyenne didn't dare to meet his gaze, but she could feel the indulgence in his actions, which warmed her heart.

Lifting her eyes to the silver mask on Kelvin's face, Cheyenne furrowed her delicate eyebrows.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asked.

She thought he was blow-drying her hair very seriously and hadn't expected him to notice her slight confusion from merely furrowing her brows.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

How could he not notice? Her image filled the corners of his eyes.

Cheyenne snapped out of her thoughts and stared at him in the mirror with shimmering eyes. Parting her rosy lips, she spoke softly.

"You don't need to wear a mask in the room."

Kelvin momentarily paused his movements, his hands suddenly tightening with nervousness.

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I might startle you and the baby. If you don't like it, I'll change the mask," he anxiously replied.

"What kind of mask do you like? Something cute or more dashing?" he said, earnestly wanting to appease her, which made Cheyenne laugh and cry at the same time. She bit her lip, caught in a dilemma. Should she pity Kelvin a little?

"You don't need to wear a mask, just be yourself," she finally said.

In her memories, he was an arrogant and self-assured person, maneuvering the business world, controlling the fates of others.

Kelvin understood what she meant. His chest warmed, and his eye sockets turned slightly red. He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"But I am no longer the CEO of the Foley Group."

"I know," Cheyenne furrowed her brows.

"I no longer have billions in wealth."

"You can earn it all over again."

"But my face is disfigured..."

Finally, he continued miserably, "I can't compare to Mr. Lara and Master Iker. Will you still look down on me, Cheyenne?"

Cheyenne couldn't help but roll her eyes. She never knew Kelvin cared so much about his appearance. She had never even seen him look in a mirror before.

Muttering under her breath, she quipped, "Even without a disfigured face, you were never as handsome as they were."

Kelvin was speechless.

But he quickly calmed down his jealousy, his gaze lingering on Cheyenne's belly for a few seconds.

He thought to himself: So what? I have a child with Cheyenne, but they don't.

That was his greatest reliance.

After helping her dry her hair, Kelvin playfully braided a twist in her hair.

It looked really ugly!

It was loose and sloppy, almost like it was about to come undone. He was about to take it apart and start anew when she stopped him.

"Don't bother fussing with it, I'm tired. I want to sleep, go take a shower quickly."

Kelvin sheepishly withdrew his hand, silently vowing to learn how to braid hair.

In the future, he would do it for both mother and daughter.

Cheyenne had finished her skincare

routine and, in a drowsy state, stepped on her cute white furry slippers and returned to the edge of

the bed, curling up under the

blanket.

Her cute, round eyes glanced at him, and in a calm tone, she instructed "Remember to turn off the lights when you go back after your shower."

Kelvin took the clothes and his face revealed some reluctance. Tonight he wanted to stay.

Looking back, the little one had cocooned herself in the blanket, her beautiful eyes gently closed.

He walked into the bathroom with the clothes, quickly showered, and changed into a clean bathrobe.

Standing in front of the mirror, Kelvin carefully examined his face and ultimately decided not to wear that mask.

Instead of doing as Cheyenne ordered earlier and returning to his room right after showering, he quietly stepped into her room.

His tall figure took up most of the space on the two-meter-wide bed, like a mountain.

Cheyenne curled up in the corner against the wall, looking quite pitiful.

Kelvin couldn't help but reach out and hold her in his arms, touching her hand.

It was so cold.

Didn't she just finish showering? How were her hands and feet still so icy?

He tightly gripped Cheyenne's small hands and pulled her closer, tucking her into his embrace.

A man naturally gave off warmth, like a moving fireplace.

Cheyenne instinctively complied with his closeness and even placed her legs over his lap.

In the darkness, a smile of happiness spread across Kelvin's face as he held her in his arms and fell into a light sleep.

Cheyenne might get angry if she woke up to find him in her bed the next morning!

So, he decided to leave before she woke up.

Wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps it was because he had been busy and exhausted during the day, or maybe it was the rare relaxation in his heart, he slept so comfortably that he didn't wake up even when it became bright outside.

This was the first time in over a year that he had slept this well.

On the other hand, Cheyenne woke up first, stirred by hunger.

After the morning sickness passed, her appetite had become excellent, and she usually got hungry around 8 o'clock in the morning.

The little one in her belly kicked to wake her up, reminding her it was time for breakfast.

However, as soon as she woke up, she saw the strong and powerful arm wrapped around her waist.

He held her tightly, like an iron chain restraining her.

Then the snow light outside shed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on his face.

His perfect profile, deep eyebrows, high and straight nose, and thick eyelashes left a darkish mark below his eyelids.

Seeing this, Cheyenne considered waking him up but suddenly changed her mind.