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.”

eyebrows. Although he didn’t say anything else about it directly, she could feel his regret through his expression

them, mixed nicotine blended together with fruity sweetness reminding someone of their first love, so naturally, Cheyenne liked these flavors very much. Her hand skillfully retrieved a

send the cigarette back, but suddenly felt something warm and slight discomfort on her

that smoking was harmful to health, and might worsen

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

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

time of her life, what kind of “pain” would make her want to

It was Kelvin, right?

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 her indifferent and

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

shrouded in a misty veil, adding

a hint of orange fragrance in the smoke, just like

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

charming smile, “Do you want me to light it

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

by long and curly eyelashes, beneath which were bright and shining eyes. He didn’t snap

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

looked like years of