She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 97: Master lker Is Childish

Davon, with his “knowing” eyes, glanced back and forth between the two, his laughter carrying a hint of suggestive undertones, echoing in their ears.

“I didn’t expect Miss Lawrence to have such a perfect figure, even the maid outfit looks different on her. No wonder my elder brother was moved!”

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne’s face flushed and she hesitated to speak.

She really wanted to argue that she had only taken a bath here.

Upon second thought, if she were to say that she took a shower here, wouldn’t it be making matters worse?

It was better to remain silent.

Iker took the initiative to defend her and said, “Miss Lawrence and I are not what you think. It’s hard to explain in one sentence, and I don’t need to explain it to you.”

“Let’s talk about the real issue.”

Master Iker truly lived up to his name, he was just that domineering.

One sentence interrupted the explicit topic and suddenly lowered the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees.

Cheyenne sat obediently next to Iker, lowering her head and adopting a submissive posture that only fueled Kelvin’s anger even more.

She was pretending again!

Despite being a spoiled and shameless woman, she put on this shy and sweet act in front of Iker. Kelvin had always despised her attempts to please him with this attitude before, but now he couldn’t accept it when she used the same approach with others.

Not only did she go after Mr. Lara, but also someone

his disdainful gaze on her, Cheyenne grew angry. Who was he

be with was her own business.

orange from the table. Her slender fingers were delicate and fair-skinned like works of art as they elegantly peeled away at

them started discussing business

hosting the business summit where Miss Davidson had requested for Master Iker’s attendance or else she wouldn’t show up herself. But who doesn’t

Iker refused

invited him only because Kelvin wanted to please Emily

that Emily wanted to

Davidson just wants to catch up with you. We grew up together as friends. Besides, the more you

force me.” As Iker said this, his gaze was mostly fixed on

Master Iker doesn’t want to go, then

were other ways for him to see the

orange and handed

small gesture left both

an orange for him. The cold, slippery sensation was fleeting, and it was her fingertips that he felt. Kelvin, on the other hand,

loved oranges and had even playfully demanded that he peel one for her before. At the

she had peeled one for Iker herself. It seemed that in her heart, Iker held a special place. Kelvin suddenly remembered the pen she gave him and felt

turned to look at her seriously and replied, “I don’t need to.” “You do need to,” Cheyenne insisted gently. “Sometimes we are our own worst enemy by not letting

physical disability was his emotional turmoil – something much harder to cure than any

years’ time, the once righteous and brave, confident man had become violent and insecure. He always curled

to Cheyenne’s advice, Iker

his mouth. It tasted sweet and

Should he try it?

out and embrace the