Chapter 331: Sore Hand

Kelvin made his stance clear, silently using his fork to pick up a piece of braised pork and placing it on Cheyenne's plate. This sudden move made her look at him as if she had seen a ghost. Her sparkling eyes widened, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of coldness in the corners of her eyes. "Eat. Don't you like this?" he said. He remembered correctly. Cheyenne loved braised pork. Whenever it was served, most of it would end up in her mouth. She didn't behave like other high-born ladies, delicately sipping soup and maintaining appearances. Trying to lose weight and control her figure. He used to think that Cheyenne, who loved fatty meat, was unique. Seeing her happily devouring her food, he found it embarrassing. It seemed like she had never had a good meal at the Foley mansion, making people say that Kelvin, despite his wealth, let his wife starve. This was also why he didn't like bringing Cheyenne to banquets. She would just sit in a corner and eat. He realized how wrong he