Became A Queen After divorce

Unlucky Kelvin almost fainted with anger. He had calculated everything but hadn’t anticipated that Cierra would mess up at such a crucial moment.

Seeing his cunning father-in-law and foolish daughter about to ruin his wedding, an idea suddenly struck him.

“Cierra, stand up… Daddy will buy you anything you want! Cola, fried chicken, your favorite candies…”

A moment ago, the little princess had been sleepy, but upon hearing these words, she instantly perked up.

She wiped her tears and obediently got up, lifting her mommy’s wedding dress again.

“I don’t feel sleepy anymore. Grandpa, let’s keep walking.”

Channing’s lips twitched. This child…

Kelvin sighed in relief. Sometimes, having a foodie daughter wasn’t so bad.

The audience burst into laughter again. The adorable and gluttonous little fairy Cierra was beloved by everyone.

Old Mr. Foley proudly turned to his card-playing friends and boasted, “See that? That’s my great-granddaughter.”

“We see, we see. What’s there to brag about? In a few years, this little girl might be part of our family.”

“Don’t forget you owe me a favor from the last time you lost at cards.”

“Now I don’t want anything except for you to marry your great-granddaughter to my grandson.”

As soon as he finished speaking, old Mr. Foley shot him a cold look.

“You old geezer, you dare think that? Your grandson is so fat and much older than my great-granddaughter. They don’t match at all.”

Besides, he and this old guy were friends. If Cierra married his grandson, wouldn’t that make him a generation lower in front of him?

Old Mr. Foley wasn’t going to let that happen. He thought he was smart.

The scolded old man awkwardly touched his nose and muttered discontentedly:

“If you don’t want to, just say so. Why so loud?”

“It’s just a great-granddaughter. When I get home, I’ll have my unfilial son give me one to play with. You’ll be so jealous then, hmph!”

…

The two old friends bickered lively below the stage, while the scene on stage was filled with joy.

Kelvin finally saw Cheyenne walk towards him. He couldn’t hold back and stepped forward to meet her.

“Cheyenne.”

His eyes were filled with indescribable affection, like the vast blue ocean, endless.

He only had eyes for her, no one else.

Cheyenne blushed under his intense gaze, her lips slightly parted as she softly said:

“Kelvin.”

It was just two simple words, and she wasn’t the only one who had called him that.

But for some reason, when Cheyenne said it, Kelvin found it incredibly melodious!

It was the best sound in the world.

It seemed like countless pink bubbles rose around them, making the atmosphere so sweet that even the wind felt sugary.

Taking a deep breath,

Reece said enviously, “Smell that? That’s the scent of love.”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Jerome, standing next to him, twitched his lips and habitually mocked him: “What do you know about love? You’re being single forever.”

Reece, feeling exposed about his “noble” status, raised his chin defiantly. The more insecure he felt, the louder he shouted back.

“What right do you have to talk? You’re single too!”

Jerome fell silent.

He didn’t speak for a long time. Just when Reece thought he had won, Jerome suddenly looked up.

Staring at him seriously, he said each word clearly and forcefully. “You’re single, I’m single too. Why don’t we… date?”

“What?”

Reece thought he had misheard. He stared at Jerome with his eyes wide open.

He looked utterly shocked.

“What did you say? Say it again; I didn’t hear clearly.”

Jerome rarely blushed; his androgynous handsome face turned red.

God knows how much courage it took for him to say that sentence just now.

Now, asking him to say it again was impossible. He could only turn his head in panic.

“N-nothing… let’s continue watching the wedding.”

But inside, he felt it a pity…

Why didn’t Reece hear it?

Why didn’t he dare to say it again?

Were they really going to remain just friends forever?

Jerome felt greedy; unknowingly, he had changed and wanted more…

But he also feared that breaking this fragile balance would mean they couldn’t even be friends anymore.

That was the last thing he wanted to see.

“Oh well. Tell me when you’re ready next time. Hehe… Look, they’re exchanging rings now.”

Reece turned his head back with a bright smile, not looking at him anymore. At the same time, there was a hint of guilt in his eyes, more of surprise!

Actually, he had vaguely heard something just now.

That damned guy said-let’s date!

It was terrifying. He was a guy; that damned guy was also a guy. How could two guys date?

“If I didn’t mishear it, then he’s crazy… Yes, I must have misheard.”

“I’ve always seen him as a brother,” Reece muttered to himself.

“Mr. Foley, do you take Miss Cheyenne as your wife? Will you love her for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health?”

Facing the wedding officiant’s question, Kelvin answered firmly without any hesitation:

“I do!”

Now it was the bride’s turn.

Mr. Harrison looked at Cheyenne with obvious pride and asked the same question.

“Miss Lawrence, do you take Mr. Foley as your husband? Will you love him for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health?”

Kelvin was extremely nervous; his hands clenched into fists where no one could see.

He eagerly awaited Cheyenne’s answer.

Unfortunately, she paused for several seconds without saying anything.

This scared Mr. Foley into a cold sweat as he anxiously urged her internally: “Cheyenne, quickly say you do.”

Cheyenne saw his reaction clearly. She paused for several seconds as payback for Kelvin.

Back when they got married, she had been extremely nervous while he seemed like a guest just going through the motions.

Now it was his turn to feel what she had felt back then.

“Before I answer that question, I have one for Mr. Foley,” the bride requested.

Abel was stunned for a moment. Seeing this situation made him worry that Cheyenne might back out of the wedding.

If that happened-

Of course he’d support her!

“Go ahead,” he said.

The microphone was passed to Cheyenne. Her question was simple.

“I want to ask Mr. Foley, what do I look like in your eyes?”