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.”

about it directly, she could feel his regret through his expression alone. She pulled out a pack of

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?”

smiled brightly as if finding something novel. Her wrist elegantly flipped in mid-air, just about to send the cigarette back, but suddenly felt something warm and slight discomfort on her

say that smoking was harmful

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

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

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

It was Kelvin, right?

an excellent man, there 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 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 calm eyes, constantly jumping like

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

shrouded in a misty veil,

in the smoke, just like the

at this moment. Every cell in her body had opened up

looked back with a charming smile, “Do

mouth and was about to reach for a lighter when Cheyenne

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

orange flavor made him feel a little sweet. When he learned to exhale smoke like her,

skilled and handsome. It looked like years of practice had paid