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?

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

ate your breakfast without paying so you’re looking

Omari asked resentfully while still holding

xiaolongbao from their table then

suddenly felt so

“What an idiot.”

didn’t escape Iker’s notice; Omari’s gaze towards Cheyenne earlier wasn’t what friends should have between each other but rather how men look at women

Cheyenne had no interest in him whatsoever. Just after

woman who was undoubtedly a slacker and didn’t even bother to turn

almost slipped on the

he have

What was going on?

that he had nothing better to do than give

by their

like Omari moving in because it would affect his life quality. Cheyenne had just thought about refusing

couldn’t

was the man who saved her eight years ago under

his pocket without giving up hope, immediately wrote down a check worth

it here.” He continued saying, “I’m going back first but will bring my things

rushed out of the villa door

“Oh… Mr. Lara, you…”

me speak first,” but before she could even utter these four words, Omari had hurriedly left, and the Maybach parked at the gate had vanished. The roar of the car’s engine

dollar check remained conspicuous among plastic bags filled with leftover food