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.

when it came to men. Not only did she go after Mr. Lara, but also someone like Iker

Cheyenne

with was her own business. Unlike him who had an affair with his

the table. Her slender fingers were delicate and fair-skinned like works of art

them started

had come to visit Iker because he was hosting the business summit where Miss Davidson had requested for Master Iker’s attendance or else she wouldn’t show up

Iker refused Kelvin’s invitation without

him only because Kelvin wanted to

wanted to see him not for apologizing to

catch up with you. We grew up together as friends. Besides, the more you avoid it, the more the media out there might think you haven’t moved on

is their business! I don’t want to go, and no one can force me.” As Iker said this, his

doesn’t want

him to see the

peeled an orange and

gesture left both men

never expected her to peel an orange for him. The cold, slippery sensation was fleeting, and it was her fingertips that he

for her before. At the auction last

seemed that in her heart, Iker held a special place. Kelvin suddenly remembered the pen she gave him and felt foolish for having it repaired. Even if it were fixed now, it would never

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

Iker more than his physical disability was his emotional turmoil – something much

man had become violent and insecure. He always curled up in his own fantasies. Everywhere

advice, Iker fell into

down at the orange in his palm, he suddenly put it in his mouth. It tasted sweet and sour,

Should he try it?

out and embrace the