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.

did she go after Mr. Lara, but

on her, Cheyenne grew angry. Who

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

table. Her slender fingers were delicate and fair-skinned like works of art as they elegantly peeled

of them

show up herself. But who doesn’t know that ever since the car accident three years ago, Master Iker has been a recluse, let alone attending such boring

Iker refused Kelvin’s

invited him only because Kelvin wanted to please Emily

also knew that Emily wanted to

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

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

want to

ways for him to see

an orange and handed it

gesture left both

him. The cold, slippery sensation was fleeting, and it was her

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

Kelvin suddenly remembered the pen she gave him and felt

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

emotional turmoil – something much harder to cure than any

man had become violent and

advice, Iker fell into deep

put it in his mouth. It tasted sweet

Should he try it?

and