She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 235: Mr. Lara Refuses to Take Cases

However, when he returned after years of studying abroad, he heard the news that Miss Lawrence had married into a wealthy family. The girl he had been thinking about for four years was now wearing a pure white wedding dress and running towards another man.

In that moment, all his persistence and beliefs collapsed…

He never expected Cheyenne to enter the hall of marriage at just eighteen years old. He was one step too late.

Fortunately, he hadn’t given up yet, and she had also divorced.

There was still time for everything.

Coming back to reality from his memories, Omari looked back at Cheyenne.

When she ate food, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster eating its food. Her cherry blossom lips opened and closed as she focused on the shumai in her hand.

Her profile was adorable with a strand of chestnut hair falling onto her chest and sticking to her fair skin without her noticing.

“Slow down; no one’s taking it away from you,” Omari said tenderly as he suddenly reached out with his big hand to tuck the strand behind Cheyenne’s ear.

As a result, her cute little ears were exposed under the sunlight shining through colorful glass windows outside. The light turned into beautiful shades of blue while illuminating strands of fine white hair inside them along with tiny blood vessels visible through transparent earlobes like they were congested or something else entirely.

He inexplicably wanted to take a bite out of them just to see if they tasted sweet like she did?

if Cheyenne wasn’t particularly sharp-witted herself but noticed his unusual

you… do you think I ate your breakfast without paying so you’re looking at me like this?” She subconsciously leaned

really such an ungenerous person?” Omari asked resentfully

even nodded slightly before picking up some xiaolongbao from their table then stuffing it into Omari’s palm,”I’ll pay later;

suddenly felt so

“What an idiot.”

notice; Omari’s gaze towards Cheyenne earlier wasn’t what friends should have

wasting his time because Cheyenne had no

at her lazy behavior. All the girls he knew were hardworking and striving to survive, except for this woman who was undoubtedly a slacker

on the ground. She

he have his

What was going on?

had nothing better to do

silently by their side

in because it would affect his life quality. Cheyenne had just thought about refusing when she saw Omari’s pleading eyes filled with water-like eyes

couldn’t

years ago under the bridge, Cheyenne felt

his pocket without giving up hope, immediately wrote down

rent money; I’ll leave it here.” He continued saying, “I’m going back first but will

could say anything, Omari rushed out of the villa door as if afraid

“Oh… Mr. Lara, you…”

these four words, Omari had hurriedly left, and the Maybach parked at

bags filled