She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 233: They Aren’t Living in the Same Room

The rhythmic and clear sound of knocking startled Tanner and Iker in the living room.

Tanner was pouring tea for Iker when he heard the knocking sound. He paused for seconds before continuing his action, causing tea to overflow from the pot into the cup and onto the white marble table, almost soaking through the newspapers placed on top.

“The water is full,” Iker said disdainfully as he glanced at Tanner out of the corner of his eye while reading a book.

Upon hearing Iker’s reminder, Tanner turned around and quickly walked to open the door to see who it was. In front of him stood a man wearing a white shirt with a light blue suit jacket paired with off-white pants that gave off a casual vibe. His captivating eyes were tinged with fatigue as he held several transparent plastic bags filled with steaming food.

When Omari saw Tanner, anger flashed across his eyes. “Who are you?”

Tanner couldn’t help but be surprised by Omari’s reaction. “Didn’t we meet last time? Oh… Mr. Lara, right? Just call me Tanner. Were you looking for Miss Lawrence?” Omari tried to recall if he had ever met this person before but couldn’t remember seeing him anywhere. “Why are you here? Where is Cheyenne? I need to find her…”

Before Omari could finish speaking, a clear voice suddenly sounded in his ear, the words spoken were ambiguous enough to make one imagine things.

“She was tired last night and is still sleeping now. Please keep your voice down.”

Sitting elegantly in his wheelchair, the man wore loose black V-neck pajamas paired with matching pants, and dark blue slippers on feet. This home outfit didn’t match well with his cold temperament. His sleepwear looked ordinary both in quality and style. It seemed like something bought hastily just so he could have something comfortable enough to wear at home.

Iker’s teacup still emitted steam which obscured part of his face. His every move exuded gracefulness and composure.

hearing these words, Omari’s face paled. No… it couldn’t be. Cheyenne wasn’t a playgirl. “Master Iker, could you please explain why

asked Iker in a cold voice, with a chill in his eyes that felt like a knife at

Major General at a young age, having truly experienced the cruel battles and witnessed many grand scenes. Omari’s sharp eyes were not enough to make him feel afraid. With a calm expression, he picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip before saying softly, “I stayed

if a sudden storm had surged in his heart,

gaze seeming to want to

he stay with Cheyenne last

Why?

yet, but Iker, who had only known Cheyenne for less than a month,

stepped forward to stop the two from fighting as

past three years. Coupled with a good foundation, if

to grab a pillow and threw it to the foot of her bed. She opened her bleary

but somehow

clock on the desktop, she found it was only half past

and helplessness, she got out of bed and stepped into her favorite fluffy white bunny slippers. She was wearing a peach-colored sleep dress with her long hair flowing down, and carrying a blue pillow in her hand as she

shoulders, revealing a delicate and

circles under her eyes were particularly striking, and the anger in the starry

making a fuss

was slightly hoarse, with a hint of

filled with surprise and affection at

the two men. She walked from the staircase to the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and glanced at all of the breakfast food spread out on the table with interest. All of this was her

resist temptation any longer, Cheyenne reached out her hand for a