She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 189: Call Me Honey

Tanner took the list of medicines from Cheyenne with great respect, and his voice choked as he bowed to her. “Miss Lawrence, thank you for your hard work.”

Cheyenne shook her head with a cold expression. “It’s nothing. It’s what I should do.”

“Why tomorrow?” Iker asked in confusion.

Cheyenne replied casually, “Today is Kate’s birthday, and she invited me to go clubbing. I promised her, so I’m not free tonight.”

Clubbing…

Iker was an extremely boring person; his life consisted of studying and endless training after becoming an adult.

In his world, he had never relaxed for a day.

He could dance but only the kind of ballroom dancing that was taught by his family.

Going to a chaotic place like a bar for clubbing wasn’t suitable for him. When he heard Cheyenne say she was going to a bar to dance like that, his handsome face darkened instantly.

Complicatedly enough, he was in no position to stop her from going there and forced a smile that seemed sarcastic as he said, “Miss Lawrence, you really have a wide range of interests.”

she felt there was sarcasm in this sentence. Cheyenne touched her nose

course young people should play more

of being so serious at such a young age? It would be nice if you occasionally went clubbing or relaxed yourself.” “There are so many pretty girls at bars; maybe you

more recklessly about it all, Iker’s face turned dark, and without bothering about it anymore, he turned around, coldly saying,

muttering under her

Cheyenne parted ways

Kate’s birthday with her, but since he hadn’t fully recovered and had

he sent her twenty thousand dollars as pocket money and bought her a limited edition Venice teddy bear as a gift. Eddie also made a special call to Cheyenne, asking her to spend the evening with Kate. Cheyenne agreed to the request, and Kate’s birthday party was scheduled to start at eight in the evening. Cheyenne had some free time and decided to pick a birthday

her school. She was a regular visitor to this place, having spent time here when she skipped classes. Even now, the owner remembered her well. It was

in. “Hello Cheyenne, it’s

and replied softly,

didn’t say anything else and poured her a glass of lemon honey water as usual. The sunshine outside was warm and bright, and there was someone familiar playing basketball on

her eyes as it felt too bright for her. The man took off his black suit that wrapped him

court with short chestnut-colored hair shining

years ago when she skipped school wearing uniforms just to sneak into his university’s basketball court to watch

accurate shooter, standing three meters away from the hoop. He raised his hand and released the ball, and it went straight into the basket without any

courts around Kelvin’s area where he sensed someone looking at him from

faint glimmer in his eyes that quickly disappeared after seeing what she wore – anger written all over his face along with veins popping out of his forehead revealing how bad he felt

tank top paired with blue irregular denim skirt covered by an eye-catching purple long shirt while still wearing those sandals showing off her fair tender toes painted red color

noticing another ball suddenly hit him on his shoulder until Cheyenne reminded him,

attack, and at the same time, he skillfully