She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 243: Pens

When Omari returned, he was greeted with the sight of two people sitting on the couch, smoking and looking imposing. The distance between their arms was less than ten centimeters, which far exceeded the “safe zone” for a relationship between a man and woman. During his absence, something had happened between them that seemed to have brought them closer together.

Putting aside this uneasy feeling, Omari began directing the movers to unload his belongings from the car. Cheyenne emerged from inside holding a cigarette in one hand and wearing flip flops while crossing her arms over her chest as she walked out of the house. If it weren’t for her stunningly beautiful face, she would have looked like a boss walking down the street.

With almond-shaped eyes slightly raised and red lips lightly parted, she said, “Mr. Lara, are you planning on staying here permanently? You have so much stuff…” She couldn’t believe it when she saw that even cacti were packed into half of his car!

Tanner and Iker also looked over at Omari.

Omari smiled gently as he dusted off his sleeves before responding in clear voice, “I am Cheyenne’s protector; naturally I will stay here to protect you all from any harm.” When he said ‘any harm’, his gaze fell directly onto Iker behind her with an icy smile.

Iker shrugged indifferently and asked Tanner to take him back to his study where he could find part two of this comic book series.

Downstairs Omari worried about Cheyenne getting tired, so he told her to go back upstairs and watch TV while they moved everything themselves. His gentle yet presumptuous manner made Cheyenne feel quite frustrated.

The commotion caused by moving things around made it difficult for her to concentrate on watching TV, so she put on shoes irritably before heading out without notice or warning.

Omari was busy organizing people to move items and didn’t notice when Cheyenne stepped out.

Meanwhile, Iker closed the door and sat alone, engrossed in a graphic novel. He hadn’t turned on the light, and even Tanner was unaware that Iker was actually in tears.

front of a store specializing in handmade leather goods. She stood at the entrance, gazing for a moment,

That pen…

as

is

saw a slightly chubby foreign man walking out of the shop. He seemed to have put on some weight since she last saw

dark brown leather apron. In his hand were

enthusiasm, Cheyenne

three years ago: two large shelves greeted visitors at the entrance; there was glass cabinet in the north corner; and on the left side sat his

scraps and dust. A handsome young man melted metal into liquid with great concentration – unaware of anyone standing behind him. Cheyenne almost forgot what it felt like to create something with her own hands. She learned from this same owner when she made Kelvin’s birthday gift three years ago. Her delicate hands suffered countless injuries while trying to shape those square iron blocks into

dropped sparks onto the back of her hand and left a

he was making pens again piqued Cheyenne’s curiosity; so she sat down in one of chairs outside

eyes

pens anymore? Why are you back doing

owner smiled broadly and passed his model pen towards Cheyenne as if

said excitedly

it from him for closer inspection: wasn’t this exactly like the design she created

aluminum tubes, they’re dipped into sodium hydroxide solution mixed with certain proportions of sulfuric acid before being

easy to fade. In the design industry, it was also a

popular earlier this year, but

was really admirable for