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.

words, Omari’s face paled. No… it couldn’t be. Cheyenne wasn’t a

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

enough to make him feel afraid. With a calm

spoke calmly, but Omari felt as if a sudden storm had surged in his heart, causing

want to devour him. The pupils shrank as

he stay with

Why?

lived in this big villa yet, but Iker, who had only known Cheyenne for less than a month, could live

Tanner quickly stepped forward to

Coupled with a good foundation, if they were to fight, it was hard to say who would come out on top

the noisy commotion 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

night, but somehow fell asleep and didn’t know

desktop, she found it

slippers. She was wearing a peach-colored sleep dress with her long hair flowing down, and carrying a blue

and round shoulders, revealing a delicate and sexy collarbone. The

particularly striking, and the anger in the starry eyes

you two doing? You’re making a fuss so early in the

voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of sweet

Their eyes were filled with surprise and affection at the sight of Cheyenne’s adorable

living room, plopped down on the

Cheyenne reached