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.”

didn’t say anything else about it directly, she could feel his

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,

in mid-air, just about to send the cigarette back, but suddenly felt something warm and slight discomfort on

Tanner wanted to say that smoking was harmful to health, and might

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 touch of melancholy, making people unable to resist

vibrant time of her life, what kind of “pain” would make her want to numb herself with smoke

It was Kelvin, right?

perfume-bottle-shaped lighter, crystal clear and exquisitely designed. If it weren’t

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

was shrouded in a misty veil, adding to its mysterious and

hint of orange fragrance in the smoke, just

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

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

mouth and was about to reach for a lighter when Cheyenne

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 his

hit his tongue, but after a few seconds, the tobacco mixed with orange flavor made him feel a little sweet. When he

skilled and handsome. It looked like years