Chapter 15: Who is This Damn Rich Man

There was once a time when that woman was just like this too. She liked to sit on the wall and watch the moon while eating oranges. Her legs, white and tender, swayed in the moonlight like a little fox who had stolen some peaches. Lost in thought for a moment, Kelvin couldn't help but turn his head and saw Cheyenne reaching for an orange that Omari had peeled. Her hand lightly touched his fingertips, causing his gaze to soften. He gently brushed her long hair off her shoulder with his other hand. Kelvin's eyes caught sight of a small vermilion mole on her fair shoulder. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that this woman was Cheyenne! He felt anger rising within him at the realization that she was right there in front of him all along. Cheyenne noticed Kelvin's cold gaze and touched her mask, hoping he wouldn't recognize her. "Would you like some more?" asked Omari. "No, thanks," replied Cheyenne curtly. Wait...why did their conversation feel so...flirty? Cheyenne fidgete