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.”

his eyebrows. Although he didn’t say anything else about it directly, she could feel his regret through his expression alone. She pulled out a pack of lady cigarettes scented with oranges from inside

girls’ tastes. When smoking them, mixed nicotine blended together with fruity sweetness reminding someone of their first love, so naturally, Cheyenne liked

elegantly flipped in mid-air, just about to send the

that smoking was harmful to health, and

but find it funny to see how much concern Tanner show towards Iker. Tanner himself had a baby face and looked like an eighteen-year-old boy, 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 a cigarette and put it

hoarse, sweet with a touch of melancholy, making people unable

kind of “pain” would make her want to numb

It was Kelvin, right?

designed. If it weren’t for the fact that it could produce flames, one would really think it was

from her usual self. The smoke’s

a misty veil,

of orange fragrance in the smoke,

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

her head and looked back with a charming smile, “Do you

learned to pass the cigarette to his own mouth and was

close, with a breathtakingly beautiful face just within reach. The cheeks were fair and rosy, framed by long and curly eyelashes, beneath which were bright and shining eyes. He didn’t snap out of it or lean in

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

looked