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.

a

a cold voice, with a chill in

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

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

gaze seeming to want to

with

Why?

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

to stop the two from fighting

past three years. Coupled with a good foundation, if they were to fight, it was hard to say

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 stared blankly at the white bay window in

remembered that she called Kelvin last night, but somehow fell asleep and didn’t

desktop, she found it was

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

and round shoulders, revealing a delicate

particularly striking, and the anger in the starry eyes was

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

slightly hoarse, with a

Omari and Iker looked over. Their eyes were filled with surprise

living room, plopped down on the sofa, and glanced at all of the

to resist temptation any longer, Cheyenne