Chapter 122: Kelvin, You Make Me Feel Disgusted

Both Omari and Iker were treated as friends by her; there was no way she would think of them in the dirty way he imagined. Cheyenne sneered and refused to explain her actions to him, saying in a low voice, "May I ask what this has to do with you, Mr. Foley?" "Cheyenne, don't be ungrateful!" The man's pupils contracted slightly, and his large hand clamped onto her slender and fair wrist, gripping it tightly. The pain from her wrist made the woman tremble and she gasped, looking into his eyes. "Kelvin, you're making me think that you like me." She smiled, her delicate lips like rose petals tempting him. But as he looked into the coldness in her eyes, he suddenly snapped out of it. He almost fell into her trap again. He shook off Cheyenne's hand, the bruise left on it making him feel somewhat uneasy, and he looked away. "Like you? It's impossible in this lifetime. What I hate the most is women like you who are arrogant and self-righteous!" His voice was like a chilling wind pass