You Must Have Made A Mistake

Cheyenne hung her head low gloomily. Of course, she knew that Lucas wouldn't be able to afford the exorbitant jewelry, and she was just occasionally envious of such relationships.

Noticing that her mother was a little out of sorts, Amelia pressed her soft and tender face against Cheyenne's face and said softly, "Mommy, don't be sad. One day, Daddy will buy you those beautiful stones."

Looking at the nervousness in the large eyes of her daughter, who seemed to be afraid that she might be angry because she hadn't received any jewelry from Lucas, Cheyenne couldn't help but pinch her cheeks gently and smile. "Yes, I'll be waiting."

At this moment, a woman dressed like a waitress walked up to Cheyenne, bent down, and whispered into her ear, "Miss Carter, sorry to disturb you, but someone is looking for you."

Cheyenne frowned. "Who's looking for me?"

The waitress's voice became even softer. "He said that his last name is Gray."