Became A Queen After divorce

“Kelvin, why are you late today?”

The boy speaking looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a white shirt paired with a black-collared little suit.

His fair and delicate face bore a charming and warm smile, making anyone who saw him like this elegant and sunny little prince.

Not only did the girls in the class like him, but even the teachers were fond of him.

At this time, Sam had not yet grown into the calculating person he would become, and he probably had some genuine feelings for Kelvin.

After nearly ten years without seeing each other, Kelvin suddenly felt a wave of nostalgia upon seeing the living Sam.

He tried hard to suppress this surging emotion and answered his question calmly.

“Yeah, I accidentally fell asleep.”

“This is so rare! Kelvin, you actually overslept! You used to laugh at me for this; now you have nothing to say.”

A girl’s voice chimed in, clear and crisp like a cheerful little sparrow on a branch.

Kelvin looked up to see a slender girl with fair skin standing behind Sam.

Her small face had a pair of clear almond-shaped eyes, radiating joy.

This was Stella.

She was still alive.

“Alright, I won’t tease you about oversleeping anymore.”

Stella felt that Kelvin was acting strange today, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.

Unable to figure it out, she decided not to dwell on it and instinctively reached out to grab her brother’s wrist.

“Let’s go inside quickly; the teacher will be here soon.”

Just as her hand was about to touch him, Kelvin instinctively dodged.

“Kelvin… what’s wrong with you?”

Her hand remained awkwardly suspended in mid-air as she looked at Kelvin in confusion.

Why wouldn’t Kelvin let her touch him?

They used to walk arm in arm together, didn’t they?

Kelvin opened his mouth but didn’t know how to explain his behavior. Perhaps it was because he had been trained by Cheyenne to instinctively avoid women.

Even though Stella was just a ten-year-old kid at this time;

Even though he only saw her as a sister.

Seeing that Stella was unhappy, Sam gently patted her head.

“Alright, just think of him as still half-asleep. Let’s go.”

“I’ll listen to Sam.”

Stella was a straightforward girl; her temper flared up quickly but also dissipated just as fast. She could be easily cheered up with a few words.

Kelvin followed Sam’s lead and said, “Yes, I don’t like people touching me; it’s not just you.”

In his heart, he thought: Thank goodness she didn’t touch me. If Cheyenne found out, it would be terrible.

Then he found it amusing.

At this time, his little wife Cheyenne was probably still playing in the mud somewhere.

“Alright, I forgive you. But as compensation, you have to help me with my homework. Yesterday’s math was so hard…”

As a lady, Stella was good at everything except math.

In this regard, she was exactly like Cheyenne~

Kelvin’s lips twitched slightly but he didn’t respond.

Instead, Sam, who couldn’t bear to see Stella in distress, readily agreed.

“Alright, I’ll help you after class.”

“Wow, I knew Sam would be good to me. Unlike someone… hmph, cold-hearted!”

“Let’s go to class.”

This was a physics class. After many years away from school, Kelvin felt a bit out of place stepping into the classroom again.

His mind was now filled with business plans and strategies…

Knowledge seemed so distant.

But it wasn’t hard for him; a quick glance and he could remember everything, organizing it in his mind to answer fluently.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Finally enduring until the end of class, Kelvin’s mind was preoccupied with how to find Cheyenne.

Sam walked over and patted his shoulder, smiling as he asked, “Want to go to the library together?”

“No!”

Kelvin coldly refused him, grabbing his bag and preparing to leave.

“Huh? Didn’t we agree yesterday? The math Olympiad competition is next month; let’s sign up together.”

He had won countless awards since childhood; a small math competition had long been forgotten by Kelvin.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I have something to do today. If Stella asks, tell her for me.”

Leaving these words behind, Kelvin left without looking back.

Watching his hurried departure, a hint of suspicion flashed in Sam’s eyes.

“Kelvin… seems different.”

He had never missed an appointment before; today was the first time.

Not long after Kelvin left, Stella came out too.

She had handed in her math homework but was kept by the teacher because she got a perfect score of 100.

“What did the teacher want?”

Sam asked curiously.

“Hmph, Sam, you got me into trouble… Why don’t you ever intentionally get two questions wrong?”

The girl looked aggrieved and a bit guilty.

She had asked him for help herself; now blaming him seemed somewhat unfair.

“But I always get full marks.”

Stella thought, “Hmph, so what if you’re a top student!”

On the other side, after leaving school, Kelvin didn’t go straight home as usual.

After getting in the car, he recalled the location of the Lawrence family estate from memory.

“To the Lawrence Villa.”

“Huh? Young master, aren’t you going home? Your father is coming back for dinner tonight; he rarely comes to see you.”

The “father” he mentioned was Corey-Kelvin’s father!

Kelvin frowned and decisively chose his future wife over his father.

“No, he’ll come again anyway.”

It was just a matter of time.

The driver understood. The father didn’t like the son, and the son didn’t like the father… This father-son duo was really stubborn.

“Yes.”

Twenty minutes later, Kelvin stood at the entrance of the Lawrence Villa. The house looked exactly as he remembered it.

Entering through the gate, there was a circular fountain with a large stone sculpture in the center.

The sculpture bore the words “Lawrence Villa,” written in a vigorous and flowing script that clearly belonged to his grandfather Layne.

By the fountain sat a little girl who looked about three or four years old.

She wore a wrinkled and dirty white tutu dress that didn’t fit well; the sleeves were too short by half an inch.

Her familiar little face looked much younger and rounder than he remembered.

Her eyes sparkled like the most beautiful black onyx in the world. Her nose was small and delicate, and her cherry-like lips were rosy and cute.

“Cheyenne.”

Kelvin looked at the little girl not far away with deep affection. That was his little wife, his beloved Cheyenne!

The little girl hadn’t noticed his arrival at all. She sat obediently by the fountain playing house by herself.

She used leaves from the roadside as bowls and sticks as forks. Various colored wildflowers placed on leaves became dishes.

The little girl muttered to herself: “This dish is scrambled eggs. It smells so good; it’s for Daddy and Mommy.”

“Hmm, we have guests today. There isn’t enough food. I need to buy two dollars’ worth of meat~”

Her eyes darted around as she looked at her surroundings. It seemed like only the little fish in the fountain could serve as meat.

She immediately reached her pale hand into the water.

She scooped and scooped but couldn’t catch a single fish.

Instead, her clothes got wet and no one came to help her.

“Darn it! The boss won’t sell me fish; I’ll give him ten more dollars and catch them myself.”

The so-called “ten dollars” was just a palm-sized leaf.

Then she found a wide-mouthed plastic bottle from somewhere and finally caught a small red goldfish.

But she seemed dissatisfied with this fish and pouted her lips saying,

“Cheyenne has a mommy; the fish has one too… If I take this fish away, its mommy will be sad too.”

But what should she do if she didn’t get any meat after paying?

After thinking for a while, the little girl came up with an ingenious idea!

“Then I’ll catch its mommy too so they can be reunited!”

Kelvin: “…”

Now he knew who Cierra learned to play house from!

Before long, Cheyenne successfully caught the fish’s mom, dad, brother… She arranged them neatly on leaves with two small flowers for decoration as seasoning.

Even though she knew how to plate dishes at such a young age, her cooking skills when she grew up were another story altogether.

“Mommy eats this one; Daddy eats… Cheyenne eats; the small one is for sister…”

But there was no one around her?

From beginning to end it was just her talking to herself.