Became A Queen After divorce

When Kelvin learned that Cheyenne was in the hospital giving birth, he was at the market buying groceries. He was no match for the crowd of middle-aged women.

He had been standing in line for an hour without making any progress.

Mr. Foley thought to himself: Imagine me, the head of the Foley family, a Harvard graduate, and the husband of the national goddess Cheyenne, unable to compete for groceries!

The reason was that people kept cutting in line.

The first person to cut in line was an elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane and barely able to stand.

“Young man, could you let me cut in line? My grandson is about to finish school, and he has to go back at 2:30 PM.”

“Alright.”

The second person was a pregnant woman.

She had a six or seven-month belly and was carrying a heavy plastic bag.

“Sir, could you let me cut in line? I’m pregnant and can’t stand for long. Thank you.”

Seeing her reminded Kelvin of his own pregnant wife.

“It’s not easy for anyone!”

“Sure.”

The third was a young couple with a reasonable excuse.

“Uncle, could you let my girlfriend and me cut in line? We have movie tickets for 10:30 AM, and they’ll be invalid if we miss it.”

“It’s my first date. I’ve liked her for a long time… It took a lot to win her over.”

The young man was indeed on his first date; he blushed just talking about it.

Kelvin thought: I’m about to be a father of three; in that regard, I’m eight hundred years ahead of him.

His only regret was not having a proper relationship with Cheyenne when they were young.

Seeing the young man, he felt like he was looking at his younger self.

He nodded coolly, “Hmm.”

Seeing Kelvin’s handsome and cold demeanor, the girl hesitated to approach him at first.

But seeing how agreeable he was, she came closer and spoke in a sweet voice.

“Thank you, Uncle. You’re such a good person. By the way, do you also like the roast duck from this place?”

The girl thought she was charming, constantly smiling at Kelvin.

Little did she know that her heavy makeup annoyed him.

He subconsciously recalled Cheyenne at sixteen.

Both were students in school uniforms…

Cheyenne looked pure in hers, while this girl gave off a cheap vibe-completely different.

Afraid of smelling like her cheap perfume, Kelvin coldly dismissed her with four words.

“None of your business.”

“You! A man in his thirties, acting all high and mighty.”

Failing to flirt, the girl turned her anger on her boyfriend.

“It’s your fault! Didn’t you see I got snubbed?”

“But… but it really has nothing to do with you.”

The boy’s honest words made his girlfriend even angrier, leading to their breakup on their first date.

“You! I don’t want to eat anymore or watch the movie. We’re not compatible!”

“Don’t be like this. What did I do wrong?”

Their argument faded as they left Kelvin’s sight.

Kelvin felt speechless; his cold aura scared off others who wanted to cut in line.

Finally, it was Kelvin’s turn. He bought the last roast duck in the shop.

“Queuing is exhausting; shopping is hard… I need to get home quickly so Cheyenne can eat it hot.”

Someone as distinguished as him didn’t need to queue up for groceries; he did it because Cheyenne bit him in her sleep last night, muttering “roast duck.”

Just as he got back into his car with the fresh roast duck, his phone rang.

Seeing “Grandpa” on the screen, he hung up without thinking.

“Annoying, no time for you.”

On the other end, old Mr. Foley was furious!

His grandson usually ignored his calls, but today of all days?

“He dared hang up on me!”

“Kelvin, you unfilial grandson! I called you first, and you dared not answer!”

“I’m so mad. I’ve decided that after Cheyenne gives birth, I’ll hand the Foley family over to my granddaughter-in-law!”

Corey tried to calm him down. “Dad, don’t get too upset.”

“Kelvin must be busy.”

His words only made old Mr. Foley angrier.

“And you! Why didn’t you call him yourself?”

Corey awkwardly stayed silent.

He knew Kelvin wouldn’t answer his calls either…

If Kelvin answered one out of ten times, it was a blessing.

Oliver was speechless.

So, Grandpa and Great-grandpa, what’s the outcome of your argument?

He gave up on them and pulled out his smartwatch.

This time Kelvin answered but wasn’t in a good mood.

“Speak quickly; I’m driving.”

Oliver felt wronged but handed the watch to his sister.

Cierra hesitated for a second before speaking sweetly into Kelvin’s ear:

“Daddy, it’s me.”

Hearing his daughter’s voice, Kelvin’s patience doubled instantly.

“Cierra, why are you calling Daddy? Is there something you want me to bring back?”

Oliver’s eyes showed envy.

Same daddy, but such a big difference between son and daughter?

“Daddy, come to the hospital quickly. Mommy is having baby brother.”

Unlike Kelvin’s wish for another daughter, Cierra wanted a brother and always referred to Cheyenne’s unborn child as “baby brother.”

“What did you say? Your mommy is giving birth? I’ll be right there.”

Twenty minutes later, Kelvin rushed into the hospital. As he stepped out of the elevator, he heard shouting from the delivery room.

“Ahhh… Kelvin, you bastard! I’ll never trust you again… You jerk! Why don’t you give birth yourself?”

“I said no more kids, but you insisted!”

“I want roast duck… I’m out of strength; maybe roast chicken legs will do.”

Everyone laughed at this.

At such a moment, the pregnant woman still thought about roast duck.

Just then, Kelvin arrived with the roast duck.

“I have it! The roast duck is here… Where’s Cheyenne? I need to see my wife.”

“She’s giving birth inside; don’t cause trouble.”