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This time, for Cheyenne, he had no choice but to agree.

Suppressing his smile, Eddie reverted to the elegant and gentle Mr. Zamora. He softly said to Cheyenne, “Whenever you want to see the doctor, I’m available.”

Cheyenne didn’t want to delay things any longer. She originally intended to use this opportunity to integrate into the local circles of Zheemond, so the sooner, the better. “No time like the present. How about tomorrow?”

“Alright.”

Hearing that they were willing to help, Duke Austen and the Gilliam family were overjoyed.

Duke Austen immediately wrote a check for two hundred million dollars and handed it to her. Cheyenne accepted it without hesitation.

“Thank you, Duke Austen. I will donate this money to Chulae’s medical sector to bring more benefits to patients.”

Using Taswya’s money to develop her country’s medical and educational sectors was something only she could think of.

Duke Austen was stunned for a second but quickly laughed heartily. “This money is a reward for Miss Lawrence. Since it’s given to you, it’s yours to spend as you please.”

Two hundred million dollars was nothing he couldn’t afford.

Cheyenne accepted it graciously but still offered her thanks. “On behalf of the people of Chulae, thank you for your generous donation, Duke Austen. Eddie, do you have any objections? After all, part of this should be yours.”

Eddie shook his head, his clear voice resonating in everyone’s ears. “Although I’m not as wealthy as everyone here, my patriotism is the same as Cheyenne’s.”

“I fully support using this money for our country’s medical sector. No objections.”

Hearing this, Cheyenne felt relieved. She playfully winked at Eddie and said with a smile, “Thank you, Eddie. Donating five hundred million just like that-you are indeed generous!”

“Cheyenne, no need to thank me. In fact, you allowing me to learn your family’s Thirteen Needles is the true generosity.”

The value of the Thirteen Needles far exceeded five hundred million.

“My wish has always been to promote the Thirteen Needles of the Edwards family. It would be a waste if it only existed in books.”

“Medical skills are meaningful only when used to save lives. My grandfather also agreed with my decision.”

If Adrian Layne knew that the needle techniques he painstakingly calculated were being shared so freely by Cheyenne, he would be furious.

No, he was already dead.

Eddie looked at Cheyenne with admiration. This was what set her apart from others, wasn’t it?

Such a person naturally garnered everyone’s affection.

Another day of envying Kelvin for winning such a beautiful woman.

Early the next morning, Cheyenne kept her promise and took Kelvin and Eddie to Duke Austen’s mansion.

Today’s activities were personal for her, so she didn’t report to the embassy and naturally didn’t arrange for bodyguards.

Cheyenne didn’t like having a crowd following her; being low-key and free suited her personality better.

She dressed casually in a classic and simple wide-necked black dress, looking like an ordinary tourist from afar.

As her husband, Kelvin naturally took on the role of temporary bodyguard and escort, standing by her side.

Throughout the journey, he was attentive to every detail.

“Cheyenne, are you hot? Do you want to take a break?”

Hearing this, Cheyenne instinctively looked up at the sky. It was only eight in the morning; the sun hadn’t fully risen yet. How could it be hot?

“No, let’s keep going.” Barely two seconds of silence passed before Kelvin asked another trivial question.

“Cheyenne, do your feet hurt? You haven’t worn heels this high in a long time.”

“If you’re tired, let me know. I’ll carry you. Don’t feel embarrassed; we’re married.”

Cheyenne was speechless. She wasn’t like Cierra, who always needed to be carried or hugged.

“We just got out of the car and walked a few steps. No, my feet don’t hurt.”

“But-”

“Enough with the nagging.”

“I told you last night that you could have stayed at the hotel today. Eddie and I could handle this alone. You wouldn’t be much help anyway.”

Her words were full of disdain.

Kelvin looked down at his nose and mumbled softly, “I just don’t feel comfortable with you and that guy alone.”

“He likes you; don’t think I don’t know.”

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And Kelvin couldn’t stop him.

Seeing him silent with his head down, Cheyenne wondered if she had been too harsh earlier.

She hesitated about whether to apologize.

“Alright, I didn’t mean to scold you. It’s just that, you know, girls sometimes have bad days.”

Cheyenne whispered in his ear.

It was just an excuse she came up with on the spot, but Kelvin quickly saw through it.

As her lover, Kelvin knew her cycle inside out.

“No way, Cheyenne. Your period isn’t due for another ten days. You just find me annoying.”

Boom-

Now it was her turn to blush.

Not only had her lie been exposed, but he even knew her cycle better than she did.

“How do you know my period is ten days away?”

Kelvin replied matter-of-factly, “Of course I know. It determines whether you’ll be mad at me during that time.”

Cheyenne was speechless.

Damn! She had overestimated this man.

She had thought Kelvin would say something like: “Because those days are tough for you, and I feel for you.”

“Cheyenne, why aren’t you talking?”

“I’m tired.”

Eddie walked behind them nonchalantly but was actually listening intently to their conversation.

Thinking back five years ago, Kelvin was a man standing at the pinnacle of power, exuding coldness and mystery.

Rumors said he was naturally aloof and indifferent to women; now he was a doting husband who worried about everything.

No one would believe that Chulae’s richest man would revolve around his wife if told.

Could love really change someone’s personality so drastically?

It made Eddie want to find someone to fall in love with too.

But there was only one Cheyenne in the world, and he had missed his chance for a passionate love affair.

Seeing Eddie secretly laughing at him, Kelvin shot him a glance without hesitation.

His lips moved slightly as he silently mouthed three short but powerful words.

“What are you laughing at, old bachelor?”