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.”

unconsciously furrowed 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

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

elegantly flipped in mid-air, just about to send the cigarette back, but suddenly felt something warm

leg…” Tanner wanted to say that smoking was harmful to

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

touch of melancholy, making people unable to resist the urge to explore the

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

It was Kelvin, right?

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

from her usual self. The smoke’s bluish-grey mist

misty veil, adding to

fragrance in the smoke, just like the

at this moment. Every cell

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

the cigarette to his own mouth and was about to reach for a

long and curly eyelashes, beneath which were bright and shining eyes. He didn’t snap out of it or lean in closer until the blue

a bit spicy when it first hit his tongue, 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 was

posture was skilled and handsome. It looked like years of practice had