Chapter 583: The Child Isn't Benson's

The winter sunshine was bright, and outside the window, pure white snowflakes floated down from the azure sky. Through the glass window, Cheyenne opened her bright, dark eyes, watching the snowflakes falling before her. She blinked without averting her gaze, observing them intently, and her hand instinctively reached out to catch them. Without a doubt, her fingertips touched the chill of ice. It was then that Cheyenne snapped back to reality, and a faint smile curled up on her rosy lips, mocking herself for being a little crazy. Suddenly, warmth enveloped her shoulder. She lowered her head and saw a pale blue plaid scarf draped over her shoulder. Following that distinctively large hand, her gaze met a pair of warm and captivating light brown eyes, reflecting a hint of snow, resembling the clear and cold moonlight on a late autumn night. "Benson." "Yeah, how can you just wear a sweater in such cold weather? Be careful not to catch a cold." Cheyenne adjusted the scarf on her sho