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Kelvin only knew that in his previous life, his father-in-law met Cheyenne in the Dead Forest, where they reunited as father and daughter.

In this life, it happened several years earlier, and he wasn’t sure if his father-in-law was still there.

With a hopeful attitude, he sent out five or six groups of people to the Dead Forest to search for him.

Unfortunately, no news came back.

He couldn’t go there himself at the moment and had to wait until the summer vacation to check in person.

The news that the Foley family had adopted a little girl quickly spread throughout Akloit. Sam and Stella were also curious about little Cheyenne.

One day, on their way to school, the two of them blocked Kelvin’s path.

Stella mischievously circled around him several times, clicking her tongue in wonder.

They were all middle school students now, and there was a growing awareness of gender differences.

As she approached, a faint fragrance from Stella reached Kelvin’s nose, and her still youthful face almost touched his.

If he were truly only twelve years old, he might not have thought much of it; close friends often interacted this way.

But the current Kelvin was essentially a forty-year-old man who had been “strictly” taught by his wife. He understood the importance of maintaining boundaries.

When Stella got close, Kelvin’s forehead twitched, and he quickly stepped back several paces, creating some distance between them.

“Why are you standing so close just to talk?”

His serious and disdainful tone left Stella dumbfounded. She turned to Sam to complain.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sam, look at Kelvin! Ever since he got a sister, he’s forgotten about us.”

“And now he’s even scolding me!”

Seeing the little girl fuming with anger, Sam just smiled gently and comforted her softly, “Kelvin has always been cold by nature. You’ll get used to it.”

“Hmph, you always take his side. Aren’t I your good friend too?”

Sam reached into his pocket and placed a candy in her hand, gently pinching her fair face.

“Who said you’re not? You’re clearly my little sister.”

“Don’t be mad. Have some candy.”

The candy unexpectedly pacified her, and she smiled as she looked at it.

“Sam, you’re the best. You’ll definitely have many girls like you in the future. Actually, you don’t even have to wait; isn’t there someone in our class who…”

Before she could finish, Sam embarrassedly covered her mouth.

“Alright, stop talking.”

He didn’t want to lose face in front of Kelvin; otherwise, Kelvin would surely join in teasing him.

“No, I want to say it! She even wrote you a love letter saying ‘I love you’…”

At twelve or thirteen years old, boys often felt awkward yet fascinated by matters of love.

Kelvin saw their reactions as childish squabbles.

“Do you have something to say? If not, I’m going home to see Cheyenne.”

His cold voice interrupted their banter. His dark gaze was so sharp it seemed to pierce through them.

Such an aura was unusual for a twelve-year-old boy.

Even their strictest math teacher didn’t have such a presence.

For a moment, Stella and Sam were both startled and stammered out their true intentions.

The atmosphere became tense as if something significant was about to happen.

“Actually… it’s nothing… We just wanted to see what your new sister looks like,” Stella explained awkwardly.

Sam nodded along.

Kelvin sighed and decided to take them along. “Come with me.”

He agreed!

The two had never seen Kelvin so agreeable before. Was it because he was in a good mood today?

Sam had guessed correctly. Kelvin agreed partly out of selfishness.

Having such a precious treasure like Cheyenne, he naturally wanted to show her off and boast about his good fortune.

Just as they were about to step out of the school gate, Kelvin turned back to look at them with a hint of frustration in his eyes.

Seeing him stop, Sam felt puzzled.

“What’s wrong, Kelvin?”

“Are you going empty-handed?”

The hint was obvious: they should prepare a gift for their visit.

Stella, being straightforward, spoke without thinking.

“What? Are you asking for a meeting gift?”

“Kelvin, your face is getting thicker. I’ve been to the Foley family mansion several times without you asking for gifts.”

Kelvin thought: [That was before. Now it’s different. I need to start saving money for my wife!]

Seeing his uncompromising stance, Sam couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Alright, I’ll handle Stella’s share too.”

He hadn’t told anyone that he was actually the eldest grandson of the Onistead Lucas family, with more money than he could spend in ten lifetimes.

“Fine!” Kelvin agreed.

Their next stop was a boutique outside the school to pick out gifts.

As soon as they entered, Sam was overwhelmed by the pink decor and refused to go in any further, blushing furiously. He left the selection to Stella and Kelvin and only offered to pay at the end.

Though Stella usually had a carefree personality, she had a girlish side that loved pretty things. As soon as she entered, she spotted her favorite idol’s poster and squealed with delight.

“Sam, buy this! It’s Leo’s latest promotional poster.”

Kelvin glanced at it.

Oh, little boy toy.

“No way! Cheyenne is only four years old. She hates celebrities, especially male ones!”

A child’s aesthetic should be cultivated from an early age; all little boy toys must go!

Sam also disliked those “idols.”

“If you want it, pay for it yourself. Pick something else!”

“How about this? The DVD of ‘The Dead Men of Three Villages.’ I’ve wanted to watch it for ages.”

“No way. It’ll scare Cheyenne.”

“Then… how about this knife? I saw it on TV last time.”

Kelvin: “…”

His idea was to raise his little wife into a soft, cute lady who could act coquettishly. What use was a knife?

“You get out too. I’ll choose myself!”

Stella pouted but obediently left since she hadn’t brought any money today.

So the scene shifted to Stella and Sam waiting outside while Kelvin carefully selected from a pile of hair accessories.

“Hmm… this little strawberry one looks nice. Cheyenne seems to like ladybugs too.”

Stella was once again shocked.

Was this really the stoic Kelvin?

Even Sam felt unsettled.

Kelvin… used to hate pink.