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.”

directly, she could feel his regret through his expression alone. She pulled out

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. 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 it a shot?” Tanner stood behind Iker timely stopping Cheyenne, “Miss Lawrence, sorry, but Master Iker doesn’t

send the

smoking was harmful to health, and might worsen the

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

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

in her early twenties, the most vibrant time of her life, what kind

It was Kelvin, right?

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

her usual self. The smoke’s bluish-grey mist slowly emanated from her fiery red

shrouded in a misty veil, adding to its mysterious

the

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

looked back with a charming smile, “Do you want me

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

were very 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 closer until

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

and handsome. It looked like years of practice