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.

Cheyenne wasn’t a playgirl. “Master Iker, could you please explain why you’re here

the table and asked Iker in a cold voice, with a chill in his eyes that felt like a

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

Omari felt as if a sudden storm had surged in his heart, causing his emotions

Iker’s collar, the terrifying gaze seeming to want to devour him. The pupils shrank as the flames of anger

stay with Cheyenne

Why?

hadn’t even lived in this big villa yet, but Iker, who had only known Cheyenne for less than a month,

stepped forward to stop the

disability in his legs, he hadn’t given up on exercising his body for the past three years. Coupled with a good foundation, if they were to fight, it was hard to say who would come out on top between him and

downstairs and, feeling annoyed, reached over to grab a pillow and threw it to the foot of her bed. She opened her bleary eyes and stared blankly at the

night, but somehow fell asleep

desktop, she found it was only half past

a face full of frustration 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

fair and round shoulders, revealing a delicate and sexy collarbone. The white nightgown fell just above

were particularly striking, and the anger in the

doing? You’re making

slightly hoarse, with a hint of

Omari and Iker looked over. Their eyes were filled with surprise and affection at the sight of Cheyenne’s

to the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and

to resist temptation any longer, Cheyenne reached out her