She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 242: Do You Smoke?

Iker, this cold and ruthless man, surprisingly likes to read romance comics that only young girls like. This really surprised Cheyenne.

She looked at his handsome and cold face with bright and curious eyes, a teasing smile ringing in his ears.

“Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought Master Iker is so girlish. Tell me, who do you like the most in there?”

“Desert Princess Consort” was one of the most popular romance comics in Comic Kingdom.

It mainly tells the story of a modern female protagonist accidentally traveling back thousands of years to ancient Egypt on the Nile River and her love-hate relationship with Egypt’s most famous tyrant Ramses II.

This was also Cheyenne’s favorite story in this magazine.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t collected all the serialized plots yet. The issue Iker had in his hands happened to be her last purchase.

The plot had reached where conflicts arise between male and female protagonists; the male protagonist was about to marry a princess from another country while the female protagonist traveled back to modern times.

Looking at those calm but terrifying eyes opposite her, Cheyenne suddenly wanted to tease him. She touched her chin with her fingers seriously before answering, “As you can see for yourself, this is how it ends.”

say anything else about it directly, she could feel his regret through his expression alone. She pulled out a pack of

mixed nicotine blended together with fruity sweetness reminding someone of their first love, so naturally, Cheyenne liked these flavors very much.

Her wrist elegantly flipped in mid-air, just about to send the cigarette back, but suddenly felt something warm and slight discomfort

say that smoking was harmful to

but he was so thoughtful and sweet. “Smoking can be a good thing, it can help people forget their troubles and pain and achieve a brief moment of soulful tranquility.” She took out

melancholy, making people unable

in her early twenties, the most vibrant time of her life, what kind of “pain” would make her

It was Kelvin, right?

In his opinion, although Kelvin was an excellent man, there were also other outstanding men in the world. She needed not be upset. Suddenly, Cheyenne took out a perfume-bottle-shaped lighter, crystal clear and exquisitely designed. If it weren’t for the fact that it could produce flames, one would really think it was a sample of perfume. After the crisp sound, there was a slight warmth in the air, and the blue flame reflected in

quiet, possessing a completely different demeanor from her usual self. The smoke’s bluish-grey mist slowly

face was shrouded in a misty veil, adding to its mysterious and seductive

hint of orange fragrance in the smoke, just

smoked, and she felt incredibly comfortable at this moment. Every cell in her body had opened up completely, greedily absorbing the surrounding air

back with a charming

cigarette to his own mouth and was about

rosy, framed by long and curly eyelashes, beneath

but after a few seconds, the tobacco mixed with orange flavor made him feel a little sweet. When he learned to exhale smoke like her, all that was left in his mouth

skilled and handsome. It looked like years of practice had paid