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 lady cigarettes scented with

sweetness reminding someone of their first love, so naturally, Cheyenne liked these flavors very much. Her hand skillfully retrieved a cigarette from within, pinching the butt between her index and middle fingers. She offered it to Iker, asking lightly, “Wanna give

something novel. Her wrist elegantly flipped in mid-air, just about to send the cigarette back,

smoking was

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

voice was slightly hoarse, sweet with a touch of melancholy, making people unable to resist

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

It was Kelvin, right?

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

quiet, possessing a completely different demeanor from her usual self.

was shrouded in a misty

of orange fragrance in the smoke, just like the scent

she felt incredibly comfortable at this moment. Every cell in her body had opened

and looked back with a charming smile, “Do you want me to light it

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

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 closer until the blue flames flickered in

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

posture was skilled and handsome. It looked like years of