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, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over her. It was

That pen…

as she was turning to leave, she

is

looked over and saw a slightly chubby foreign man walking out of the shop. He seemed

ordinary blue shirt and a dark brown leather apron. In his hand were sandpaper

owner’s enthusiasm, Cheyenne

years ago: two large shelves greeted visitors at the entrance; there was glass cabinet in the north corner; and

grinding 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

high; once during operation, Cheyenne accidentally dropped sparks onto the back of

curiosity; so she sat down

beautiful eyes watched

pens anymore?

and passed his model pen towards Cheyenne as if

excitedly “Do you

wasn’t this exactly like the design she created three years ago? The only difference being its

exactly your design,” he continued eagerly “After polishing aluminum tubes, they’re dipped into sodium hydroxide solution mixed

not easy to fade. In the design industry,

popular earlier this year, but Miss Lawrence

admirable for such