Chapter 213: I am Cheyenne, not Abbie.

She is like a poppy drenched in poison, her stunning appearance was enough to make one addicted. Just a kiss and Kelvin couldn't resist anymore. He wanted to love her fiercely like he used to. He wanted to tear through her icy, arrogant facade, and transform her back into the demure, yielding woman beneath him, allowing him to toy with her and take what he desired. However, he ultimately underestimated her ruthlessness. Although she was clearly turned on, she tried to sober up by pinching her thigh. Tears welled up unexpectedly in her eyes, only to be gently licked away by Kelvin the next moment. He eagerly sought her slightly swollen lips, and this time, his actions were gentler. "Kelvin, wake up! I'm not Abbie, I'm Cheyenne - your least favorite person!" She could see the flames of desire in his eyes, but the thought that he might be mistaking her for another woman made her heart ache even more than if he didn't love her. Proud like Cheyenne, disdainful of being someone else's