Became A Queen After divorce

The Foley Mansion.

Early in the morning, the butler Joe instructed the servants to clean the house inside and out.

Cheyenne and Kelvin were both at home.

They decided to visit the old house to accompany Grandpa.

Watching the petite woman sitting at the dressing table in a white silk camisole, Kelvin suddenly felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

He couldn’t help but take a few more glances at her delicate and beautiful back.

It was only after looking that he realized how complicated makeup could be!

A series of questions burst out of him:

Mr. Foley: “Why are you using a wall brush on your face?”

Cheyenne: “It’s called a makeup brush, thank you!”

Mr. Foley: “But why are you putting lipstick on your eyelids?”

Cheyenne: “Putting?”

Was her technique really that rough?

To test Mr. Foley’s understanding of makeup, she decided to quiz him on the spot.

She picked up a mauve lipstick from the dressing table and asked him, “Do you know what color this is?”

Kelvin looked incredulous, his lips curving into a proud smile.

“Are you treating me like I’m colorblind? That’s obviously red.”

“And this one?”

She switched to a tomato red lipstick.

Mr. Foley was still confident: “It’s still red!”

Cheyenne burst into laughter, realizing that in a man’s eyes, both mauve and rose were simply red!

“Diagnosis complete, you’re the epitome of a straight man.”

“Let me tell you the correct answer. Although they’re both red, if you look closely, they’re different shades.”

“The first one is mauve, and the second is tomato red. Now it’s your turn to tell me which one looks better on me.”

Kelvin: “…”

Red is red; how could there be so many distinctions?

“Ahem… I didn’t compare them closely just now. Why don’t you put them on and let me see?”

When he made this small suggestion, he never thought Cheyenne would agree.

In her words: [I dress up for myself, not for you. What does it matter what you like?]

“Alright, then you pick. Whichever you choose today, I’ll wear.”

This statement gave Kelvin immense pride.

To him, it wasn’t just about a lipstick; it represented Cheyenne’s respect for him!

Respect indeed!

“It’s not easy; I’ve finally waited for this day.”

“I must choose carefully.”

But looking at the row of lipsticks, there were at least twenty or thirty all in red shades.

How should he choose?

Cheyenne flicked her long hair over her chest and winked at him.

“I’ll give you three seconds. If you can’t decide, I’ll cancel what I just said.”

Cancel the privilege?

No way, he thought. He randomly picked one.

“Wait! I’ve chosen!”

At the last second, Kelvin picked the most eye-catching one from the box.

Cheyenne saw it was her favorite orange-red.

“Alright, this one then.”

Just as she reached out to take the lipstick, Kelvin pressed her down on the chair.

“You sit; I’ll apply it for you.”

Kelvin knelt on one knee, gently holding her chin with one hand;

With the other hand, he carefully traced her lips with the lipstick.

Feeling his attentiveness, Cheyenne felt a bit shy and wanted to avoid his scorching gaze.

“Is it done?”

Kelvin knew she was shy.

Even after having two children with him, Cheyenne was still as easily embarrassed as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, which he found endlessly charming.

“It’s done, but looking at you…”

The next moment, Kelvin threw the lipstick aside, lifted her from the chair, and carried her to the bed.

“Stop it; Grandpa is waiting for us at the old house.”

Without giving her a chance to argue, his tall and heavy body covered hers, repeatedly savoring her luscious red lips.

“Honey, don’t worry. If Grandpa knows we’re trying to have another baby, he’ll definitely support us.”

Cheyenne was speechless.

Their trip to the old house was delayed by two hours. Cheyenne remained silent with a cold face all the way, scaring Cierra into behaving herself.

But her curious little eyes didn’t stay idle, glancing at her mom and then at her dad.

“Mommy, did Daddy make you angry?” the little princess suddenly asked.

Facing her soft and adorable daughter, Cheyenne’s anger dissipated a lot. She pulled Cierra into her arms.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’ve had a dark face since getting in the car, and Daddy keeps looking at you secretly.”

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“Great-grandpa said that if Mommy is angry, it’s definitely Daddy’s fault.”

“So punish Daddy by making him transfer money to apologize. Mommy, don’t be angry.”

Driving, Kelvin was so moved he didn’t know what to say.

See! A daughter was so considerate!