Became A Queen After divorce

Cheyenne was still young, and Kelvin was afraid she might encounter danger, so he strictly ordered her to play only on the shore and not go into the water. He carefully used sand to create a safe area for her, almost like drawing a prison cell.

Fortunately, Cheyenne was very obedient. If Kelvin said no, she wouldn’t do it. She sat quietly in the middle of the circle, using her little paws to knead the fine sea sand, imitating the nearby children building sandcastles. Kelvin even bought her a set of toys, including a small bucket, a shovel, and building blocks-all in pink.

This level of care was almost like raising a daughter. Cheyenne sat on the beach without minding her little dress getting dirty, happily swinging her chubby white feet. She muttered to herself, “I want to build a big, big house, with a garage at the entrance, a living room and dining room on the first floor, a room for brother on the second floor, and a room for grandpa too…”

Kelvin watched her from the side. His cleanliness made him reluctant to get his hands dirty, but he occasionally handed Cheyenne tools for building the house. “This little girl is so serious; she might become an architect in the future,” he thought.

On the other side, Stella was pestering Sam to teach her how to swim. The young girl had changed into a newly bought dark red strawberry swimsuit and reluctantly held the yellow duck swimming ring that Kelvin had given her. Despite feeling a bit shy about her request, Sam didn’t refuse.

“Okay, I’ll teach you. Wait for me; I’ll go change.”

Sam soon returned, wearing only white beach shorts, revealing his fair and slender upper body and long legs. Although he was only Sam years old, he was already nearly six feet tall, with exceptionally long legs. Stella compared their heights with her hand and found she was almost a shoulder shorter than him, unhappily standing on tiptoe.

“We’re in the same class, but why am I only 4’10”? It’s not fair! Sam, what do you eat every day?”

Sam smiled and patted her little head. “Don’t be discouraged. Exercise more and eat more protein-rich foods; you’ll grow faster.”

The young girl couldn’t help but compare him to the picky-eating Kelvin. “That guy doesn’t like to exercise either. He doesn’t eat this or that…”

Kelvin vaguely heard them discussing his height and coolly responded, “It’s natural; you can’t envy it.”

His tone was infuriating. Unfortunately, Stella couldn’t beat him and could only secretly curse him to eat instant noodles without seasoning or forget his umbrella on rainy days.

“Hmph, with such a sharp tongue, how could any girl be blind enough to like you? I suggest Cheyenne stay away from you in the future to avoid being led astray!”

Hearing Stella calling her name, little Cheyenne looked up in confusion with a small shovel in her hand. Her chubby white face, big adorable eyes, and slightly trembling double chin made her look like a lucky doll from an advertisement.

Stella’s heart melted at the sight. “Cheyenne, do you want to learn to swim? It’s so much fun! How about I teach you?”

The answer was obvious-

“No!”

“You can’t even swim yourself; how can you teach Cheyenne? She’s still young and doesn’t need to learn now! If she wants to learn later, I’ll teach her.”

In the previous life, Cheyenne knew how to swim; who taught her? Kelvin wondered as he glanced sideways at a young couple nearby. The boy held his girlfriend’s waist from behind while she nestled in his arms… their bodies intimately pressed together. The boy’s arm brushed against the girl’s body intentionally or unintentionally.

Imagining Cheyenne with another man made Kelvin furious enough to want to kill them both on the spot. “Disgraceful! What nonsense!”

So if Cheyenne wanted to learn swimming in the future, it had to be him teaching her!

“Achoo.”

Little Cheyenne didn’t know what was happening and sneezed two or three times while building her sandcastle. The roof she had painstakingly built collapsed. The little girl stared at her “masterpiece” in shock and pouted as if she were about to cry.

Seeing this, Kelvin quickly ran over to comfort her. “Don’t cry, Cheyenne. You’re the strongest and bravest! I’ll play with you; let’s start over.”

Under his patient coaxing, the little girl finally stopped crying and handed him the small shovel. “Dig. Brother dig.”

Kelvin looked at the dirty shovel and reluctantly continued. Well, it was like playing with kids at home.

Meanwhile, Sam’s swimming lesson was progressing well. Stella learned quickly and could swim on her own after two tries. She was eager to try swimming alone now.

Sam couldn’t refuse her and agreed but didn’t dare go too far, staying near the shore to keep an eye on Stella. Initially, she swam smoothly for about three laps before becoming exhausted and sore all over.

Just then, a small boat floated by. Stella climbed onto it and floated along with the current, her white legs dangling in the water. She cheerfully invited Sam, “Sam, come up and row with me?”

“Sure.”

“What about Kelvin? Should we invite him and Cheyenne?”

Sam glanced at Kelvin and Cheyenne playing in the sand. “Forget it; he’s busy with Cheyenne.”

“Alright then. Let’s row over there; I saw some starfish earlier. We can collect them for crafts.”

Sam hesitated but agreed since Stella was today’s main character.

When Kelvin finished helping Cheyenne build her house and looked up again, he saw that they had drifted far away. Squinting his eyes, he realized that this scene overlapped with memories from his past life.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Ignoring any sense of decorum, Kelvin stood up and shouted at them, “Come back! Sam, Stella… come back!”

The boat was leaking, and there would be a terrifying tsunami in an hour.

Unfortunately, they were too far away to hear Kelvin’s call.

Stella and Sam saw Kelvin waving at them and thought he wanted to join them.

“Hmph! Who cares about him? He only plays with Cheyenne and not us. Let’s keep rowing.”

“Maybe we should go back; Kelvin might have something important.”

Knowing Kelvin well, Sam thought it was unlikely for him to shout publicly without reason.

Stella frowned but still wanted to continue; she was fixated on collecting starfish.

It wasn’t up to her because Kelvin hired a motorboat to intercept them and bring them back to shore.

Kelvin breathed a sigh of relief. “Whether we can change our fate depends on this moment.”